#discuss a topic and argue(ofc in a nice way) about it

[ellearts]

Love communicating with people who are actually positive and clear thinking

[ibelonginthepast]

okay now im curious

why is lance a dick?

in canon? he is for a fact a dick. at the very basic, cause he doesn't take no for no, is misogynistic, objectifying even. he's a lowkey bully who belittles people around him to make himself feel better.

the fact that the poor handling of the show lead to him never having his arc leaves him at that too lol

1.but here's the thing, i love him for this. because as a man, it's hard to look past ur privilege, and it's human for people to be that way if they grow in an environment which doesn't let them grow out of this and see what they are doing is wrong.

((in my headcanons, i think his cultural background could come into play too. i say this as a poc, some of the things that people(liberals) with education/internet privilege forget is that not all countries/people have the europe/usa/canada "2 wings being presented equally" thingy and public debates and discussions between them. media brainwashing is real in bloc/medium/low economic countries and some of these ideologies of patriarchy and ignorance are much deeply embedded in the cultures. it's harder to break those barriers. ))

i have been reading about cuba, i will in summer properly uk, but from what i know and have heard, it's conservative and communist and the society is closer to what i know. if we hc lance growing up in that environment, it would take a lot to not be an ignorant asshole.

(before calling me racist(shut up) -this is ofc NOT to say that lance's hispanic family cant be leftist and loving and supportive and accepting and smart. homophobes/sexists can be found anywhere. woke parents or those who love no matter what can be found anywhere. remember i said in MY HEADCANONS a place where i make the story. i chose the pessimistic side. i have flowery hcs with a nice loving fam too and they are all valid.)

2.we all deal with our insecurities differently, and while it doesn't excuse the assholery, it explains it. it's the typical gay bully basically. ((in my headcanons the big poc family/culture plays into his upbringing and lack of empathy and the root of insecurity too.))

(i just wanna put this out here, before dont attacking me for justifying assholery, know that i said it's not excusable. but shit happens, people do shit and i personally lean towards redemptions that's my shit. i get it if u r angry, if these types of redemption talks hurt u because of ur personal real experiences. i get it. i am someone who lived in delhi her whole life i know how it is to have unwanted men stalk u and touch u in streets. i wasn't ur TM likable girl ever either, so i have and do experience instances of bullying. i just still have a different perspective. and that's okay. i am not invalidating you, or asking u to forgive anyone.)

one of the reasons why i hate that they fucked up the show due to idk the production bts shit that happened is this. they had started to show his arc which i think was the original plan, his insecurities, his desperation for validation.... and him growing but they fucked up and then just picked on random instances of his vulnerability and him being a dick and then him being made fun of and never connected the dots.

i think his arc of him learning would have been beautiful. especially with how lance is. we know lance is loving, and determined to maintain his relationships. we know he is caring. we know how welcoming he is. if he was corrected, his empath would have taken over and he would have immediately started working on himself. he would easily WILLING to deal with his insecurities, and his behaviors.

infact uk i just rebloged ur lance is gay hc and said his "subconscious tendency to make dick moves constantly" suits that, cause it's human for gay guys to sometimes be internally homophobic because of the society and the environment we live in, even more for people who are not well educated on these topics and that probability can increase by where u come from a non white/conservative place. his constant denial and lying to himself may make him do shit like subconsciously pretend to pine over a girl and then break said girl's heart. it's his fault for "trying to make himself straight" some people will argue, but it's human! it happens! and we mess shit up and hurt people, but we grow too many times. that's what i was trying to say.

[saigonharrington]

Congratulations on 200 follwers🥳🥳 You deserve them all and so many more! Could I please get a ship for Harry Potter? Any era is fine with me.

I'm a straight female, I'm 5'9 and I have long wavy black hair and brown eyes. I'm a ravenclaw and, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

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Hello darling, thank u!!! ur so nice!

I ship you with

Harry Potter

ok so I feel that at first both of you were dorky and awkward, but it changed super quickly (thanks to ron who was always around, saying stupid things and making fun of himself)

it def was kind of friends to lovers trope

maybe slowburn, but a little complicated with drama, cause he kissed you out of nowhere, and you had mixed feelings, but everything turned out to be good, leading to the start of something great

Harry is a stressful boy, having a lot of issues, even if he tries to avoid them, but you're always there for him, knowing how to make him relax

I mean, you always calm him down and talk with him about his feelings

And he pays you back, taking care of you as well, and making his friends your friends too

harry likes kissing on the cheek and at the corner of the mouth

starting weird traditions, like giving something unusual on Christmas or Valentine's day

dates at the library or on Quidditch pitch, where he tries to teach you playing, or is showing off

not much into PDA but secretly likes when you surprise him with kisses in public from time to time

staying up all night, listening to music that reminds him of his dad, it makes him excited and happy

making lots of playlists for different occasions, I would say you show your emotions by doing it

double dates with Hermione and Ron (later ofc)

Harry feels so safe with you that you're the first person he goes to for advice and finds it easy to open and tell you everything

he makes you tea/coffee every single morning and gives it to you even if you sit at the other table at the Great Hall

he talks about you with Sirius all the time but he won't admit it

and Sirius loves you because you bring Harry so much joy

the two of you are very sarcastic, but in a healthy and playful way, sometimes people can't understand what you're talking about

if you daydream, he's doing it too, not wanting to interrupt your imagination by speaking to you

tbh you don't argue that much, but if so, there has to be someone included in it, because no one wants to apologise first

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[saiilorstars]

Thoughts of Dreamers

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OFC (one-shot)

Summary: During a sleepless night, thoughts and plans of the future are discussed in a world where they don’t seem possible anymore, at least not the way they had originally intended.

{Takes place somewhere in Deathly Hallows}

[Romina’s Masterlist]

A young, sixteen year old girl turned and turned in her bed, her hands gripping the blankets around her. Her shut eyes seemed to screw even more shut as the seconds passed by. Eventually, she woke with a deep gasp and found herself sitting upright in the bedroom she'd been given six months ago. As her breathing evened out from her terrible nightmare, reality set in. Eyes swept the dark room and she shuddered. She hated the place and the people in it...save for one person of course. Though he probably wouldn't get to hear it.

She was quick to decide that sleeping alone and risking another nightmare was simply not an option. But, the creaks of the manor didn't help make reality nicer than her nightmare. She was scared, properly scared. Without thinking, she got out of bed and hurried to the door. She opened it as quiet as possible and poked her head into the hallway. It was dark but she could definitely hear footsteps from a distance.

They're probably having secret meetings and whatnot, she thought. Despite being forced to live with Voldemort and his Death Eaters - among them being her parents - they always managed to scare her. She swallowed hard and stepped out of her bedroom, making sure to close the door behind her. She doubted that anyone would come in to check on her. Her grandparents would have, but the two people claiming to be her parents never did.

She made her way down the hallway on high alert in case anyone passed by. She didn't feel like explaining herself to anyone at this hour. Then maybe you should go back to your own room! a mean voice told her. She should have, she knew she should have, but her feet kept moving. She didn't want to be alone.

She came to a stop in front of a door and lightly knocked on it. "Draco, are you awake?" she whispered before coming in. The part of evading adults was still a high priority for her.

Fortunately for her, Draco was indeed awake. In fact, he was still wearing his day clothes indicating he'd not even slept a bit. At her sudden appearance, he sat up. "Romina, what are you doing here?"

Romina suddenly realized what she'd done.��You should have gone back to bed! she told herself. "I-I couldn't sleep so I...I just came here..." she ran a hand through her black curls. "But now I'm seeing that was a mistake, so I'll just go..."

"No, Rom, stay," Draco called after her, stopping her midway for the door.

He was genuinely surprised that she'd willingly come into his room and he wasn't going to complain about it. After their awkward breakup last year, he assumed that the last thing Romina would ever do was direct a word to him. That was before Voldemort came in and took over a good part of their world. Now Death Eaters were invading his home, along with Voldemort himself on occasions, but at least it had created a way to see Romina outside of Hogwarts as well. Romina's parents had forced her to stay with them in Malfoy Manor ever since the school year started. She was distraught to leave her grandparents behind and heavily terrified of what laid in the manor, but she'd found a safe haven with Draco.

Romina shyly approached the bed, and at Draco's motion she took the spot beside him. "You weren't sleeping either," she said quietly. It was best for them to keep their voices down lest they want to have visitors.

"Couldn't," Draco shrugged. He let himself fall flat on his back and stared up at the ceiling.

Romina knew there was so much going through his head yet he would probably never tell her about them. "Did you have a bad dream too?"

"Something like that. You?"

"Same old, same old: destruction, murders..." Romina sighed and laid down on her side to face him, "Though at this point I don't know what's worse: my nightmares or reality."

"I thought you used to dream of - what was it?" Draco thought for a moment. "Oh, that stupid muggle musical-"

"Hey," Romina frowned at him.

"Sorry," Draco went after, like an instinct. He glanced at her then, meeting her dark eyes that had lost their joyful glint. "You used to have nice dreams..." he spoke softly, though Romina detected guilt in those words like it was his fault that their world was crashing over them. Neither knew what had really happened, of course, when their previous headmaster died. So, to Draco, it still felt like he was responsible for letting their world turn into darkness.

"So did you," Romina countered. "They were probably some stupid boy dreams but nice. Everything's just changed and we can't do anything about it."

Draco didn't say anything and so silence ensued. Romina swallowed hard and pushed herself to speak again.

"Do you...remember what your plans for the future were?" she asked. "Before any of this happened."

"Of course," Draco said instantly, sneaking another glance of her. His face warmed but with the darkness in the room Romina couldn't tell. "I would have liked so many things, but..."

Romina knew how that sentence finished because it was the same reasoning she now had. "I would've liked a lot of things too. I used to want to work in the Muggle areas but at the rate we're going there's not going to be many left."

"You and I, we're going to be okay, though," Draco said, and both knew that it was technically true. Their pure-blood status protected them no matter what.

"We haven't been 'okay' in about a year and a half," Romina softly pointed out. There, Draco could not argue. Feeding on that last bit of courage, Romina went on to say, "If we hadn't broken up...would you still have wanted to keep our plans?"

Draco shifted on his side to face her as well. "Without a doubt."

Romina was quick to smile. "Even the part where you stayed with me in a muggle neighborhood?"

"You said it would only be for a bit," Draco playfully warned her, earning a small chuckle from her. He smiled, mentally calculating the last time he'd heard one of her laughs. Results: far too long.

"What if I lied?" Romina challenged.

"Did you?"

"No. Everything that we planned for I wanted," Romina had become serious again. She nervously reached for his closest hand and took it. "I wanted to finish school with you, support whatever career you wanted. I wanted to show you more of the muggle world, see you try to figure out how to use a telephone..."

"I would have figured it out quick," Draco to put some humor into their conversation, but his heart was basically drumming in his chest.

"No you wouldn't have," Romina giggled. "It took Ron months to do so and he has more contact with muggles than you!"

"Rom..." Draco didn't have words to say that would describe how he felt at the moment. There he was, laying on the same bed with his ex-girlfriend who was now bordering the 'girlfriend' term again, while they had Death Eaters (and maybe even Voldemort himself) just downstairs.

Romina acted on one more bravery whim and scooted closer to him. "I miss you, Draco. I didn't understand why you broke up with me before...but now that I do...I declare you an idiot. An idiot but my idiot."

Draco wrapped an arm around her waist, letting her settle her head on his chest. "I miss you too, Rom. I had no idea what was going to happen..."

"I know," Romina said quietly. "But...we're here together, and it might not seem much but right now it's probably the happiest and peaceful moment in such a long time."

"It does," Draco agreed, and suddenly dreaded morning where she would have to inevitably leave his room. The mere thought made his arm around her waist tighten. "You're right...I probably would have taken longer than Weasley to figure out a telephone."

Romina's eyes drifted upwards, her lips curling into a smile. "Yeah, that's why our children would make fun of you." As soon as she'd said those words, her face warmed, but she'd meant to say them.

Draco's pale face went red quick. "Children?"

Romina bit her lip but held his stunned look. "We talked about it once, remember?"

"Well, yeah, but...we were fifteen...and joking!"

"So you didn't imagine it happening...?"

"Well..." Draco would be lying of course, it just didn't mean it was easy to talk about it. "I-I would've liked...I mean...with you..."

Romina's lips stretched into a smirk. "And only me?"

"And only you."

"What would you have wanted? Boy or girl?"

But Draco wanted to get back at her for startling him with the topic and so he answered, "Twins."

Romina's eyes had widened for a moment. "Tw-twins? Oh...oh no thank you! I have seen that - we have seen how twins are! No thanks!"

Draco had himself a good laughter. "Alright, alright. But, being honest? I would still have liked a boy and a girl."

"Me too," Romina smiled thoughtfully. "Although I have to say that the idea of a mini-you discourages the boy..."

"Hey!"

Romina snickered. "C'mon, you were awful. Our little boy would have to have different ideas."

"...yeah...alright..." Draco would have liked a different sort of childhood where there wasn't as much pressure as he had often felt growing up. Besides, with Romina, he couldn't see that happening anyways. She would have instilled very different beliefs in their child. "But you as a mother would have made the entire difference."

"I would like to think so..."

"But you know what I would like the most?"

"What?"

Draco loosened his grip around Romina so that he could better see her curious face. "I would've liked to marry you."

Romina's eyebrows rose upwards, and a small smile started spreading across her face. "Really?" she reached to touch his face.

"Yeah," Draco was sure that if there was light Romina would've seen his terribly reddened face.

Romina felt a wave of emotions hit her and, without thinking, she pressed a small kiss to his lips. She didn't regret it. Albeit surprised, Draco soon started smiling like an idiot (much like Romina thought he used to). Romina chuckled and nuzzled up against him. For that night, their thoughts and plans were on the table again. They could dream about where they would live in the future, what jobs they would like to take up, how many children they wanted, and so much more. But, in the end, they both knew they were only thoughts of 'what if'.

They were thoughts of dreamers.

[gwisingegooli]

i wonder if being able to debate / get really heated at each other is an important part of a relationship for me

i want to be able to talk things out but maybe it’ ll just make my partner give up in the end. ofc i am comparing it to my parents’ relationship, in which my mom has given up arguing w my dad lol. but i dont think i’m as toxic / hardheaded as my dad. and my mom doesnt really enjoy conflict lol.

i for one love conflict! as long as everyone doesn’t have hard feelings afterwards, i would like to hear ppl out and try to get on the same page as much as possible.

sometimes it goes south though, as arguing does. :/

and my partner doesn’t really like it i think. LOL it poops him out :<

well this question don’t really have an answer. i just choose my preference.

i think the most important thing for me, the core root of the issue, is that we feel like equals, especially intellectually, and we feel safe. it would be nice to agree on everything but that’s not how it is going to be all the time so we have to talk it tf out. at least we agree on the most important, critical things (no racists / transphobes / sexists / etc in this house). in my relationships i would want to empower others to speak... and to know i never harbor bad feelings. but there’s only a certain level of stress people can take in discussing these dicey topics, or that i myself feel comfortable subjecting others to.

also. how do people figure out how smart they are. cause for sure there can be more obvious cases where one person is way smarter than the other... but how much of it is how much passion and energy you’re willing to invest? and what you’re interested in? and how hard working you can be? and how much experience you’ve had? how much of it is you subconsciously not believing you’re smart? what is smart >:(

anyways. i do know for sure that i cannot be soft uwu all the time. idk that ain’t me lol sorry :/ i kinda go off when someone is so wrong. i feel like my character is being attacked. or rather like my ideals of how things should be. meh!

i do think i want to always work towards being a nicer person. and that might mean being less “genuine” (although i think ppl know i’m “genuine” enough lol i definitely got a personality and opinions). i can afford to reserve judgement and be less critical of other perspectives, even if i do think they’re wrong — because first off i want to be understanding of people and help them develop themselves, before just cutting them down. i think if people are realy developed in the wrong way, (like just straight racists), i will cut that shit down. but for more gray area stuff i could try to practice being more patient before i speak, to find the right things to say. also because lol, sometimes i’m wrong for certain reasons too. dont need to both be angry clowns about stuff, when we could both be smart teammates together.

i think i will try to gossip less too — not because i dont think it is important to reflect on social situations, but i want to be careful about the formation of my stances on things. i want to be as honest and piercing towards important core values as possible. i want to stop complaining and blaming others without having a significant understanding of the greater situation. i just want to be a good person in my community. someone who makes the place better, and people actually want around. i think discussing examples is really important. i think discussing theoreticals gets exhausting and these hypothetical edge cases can get a little bit frustrating for everyone. of course edge cases do exist and can easily expose an argument, but it’s also important to remember the actual point of what is being discussed. and also remember that application of the debate topic in real life (irl actual examples) is more important to consider.

i think i will write more. all of these thoughts still needa go somewhere.

i need some kind of mantra when i feel myself getting heated. maybe just taking a long, deep breath, and physically leaning back.

[lentaska]

Height Difference - Part Two

Note: First person POV, OFC from non-wrestling background English is my second language, I apologize for any grammar/wording mistake. This is a work of fan fiction using characters from wrestling, I do not claim any ownership over them.

@thecristsandcallihancult @monstersmaid

Part Two “I wanna talk to you about something.”

Road trip usually made me sleepy, but I was too nervous to even think properly now. We would arrive at the stadium within one hour, and for the first I’d meet Fulton’s friends.

It might sound weird that we finally got chance to meet each other’s friends after five-months dating. The schedule conflict had been the issue, we had friends who must travel around to work, and both of us agreed to meet them when they were gathered together. Which meant, I was about to meet not only one or two wrestlers, but whole group of them.

“Are you sweating?” Fulton eyed me, joked. “They’re not gonna interview you, lil’ bird. They just wanna know what kinda person you are.”

“What if they don’t like me?”

“They will like you. Take it easy, they’re all nice people.”

As a wrestling newbie - I only knew how it looked like - my subconscious reply was “no they are not nice, they hit you with chairs”. And it made Fulton laugh hard.

“My bad, I should teach you the basic. Those scenes you saw is part of the story plot, we all have plots at some level. It may be easier for you to consider it as TV show.”

“But you got hurt... I don’t wanna see you get hurt.”

No matter how many times I told myself that wrestling was his passion and job, and he could handle it well, seeing him got injures still scared me. The biggest worry I ever had while dating an artist was “my boyfriend cut his finger when sharpening pencil”, to date a wrestler was something way different. I was very frustrated during the first month of the dating when he returned with bandage wrapped his arm or bruises on back

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” He gave me his hand and waited for my response, “Trust me.”

Nodded, I put my hand on his, he grasped it and rubbed carefully. He might not be good at comforting people by words, but he had his way to show consolation and support.

I looked outside of the window, we were getting close to the destination. Wondering what a real wrestling match would be like, I heard Fulton’s voice, “I wanna talk to you about something.”

The serious tone gave me bad feelings.

“When we were with your friends, you said you don’t wanna move in together now.”

Swallowed hard and told myself to act cool, I replied, “well, it’s only five months and we never talked about financial stuff.” The latter part was a lie, I was hoping to use it to make the statement more cogent. The thing was, I had never been through this stage, it’s a totally new concept to me.

“We discussed the financial stuff weeks ago, it was the day I got my contract with Impact, remember?”

You had no idea how much I hated his good memory sometimes.

“Right...” I coughed embarrassingly. Wording was an art that I wasn’t equipped with, especially when I panicked, I didn’t even gave second thought to what I said, “you know it can end up in bad way right?”

“What do you mean by ‘bad’?”

My voice faltered, “moving in can be different from what we think... W-what if we break up?”

Fulton’s face clouded over, brows knitted together in exactly the same way when he faced a difficult opponent in match. “So you think it will somehow ruin everything. I kinda start to wonder if you have enough faith in our relationship.”

I screwed up.

Having the thought that he might refuse to talk to me, I turned away, couldn’t help feeling despondent. The abnormal aura between us did not vanish after we arrived the destination, although Fulton acted like nothing happened and introduced me to his friends - he even grinned like usual, but I could sense his displeasure.

The meeting with his friends was short since they were in hurry of preparing for the match, but they were all friendly and considerate people. They knew it’s my first time watching wrestling show with almost zero knowledge, and were willing to answer every question I had, even the stupidest ones. After a short chat with the Sami Callihan - whom I learned that actually had easy-going nature in real life rather than the malicious personality in rings - about what the main event was tonight, I looked up and found Fulton was gone. I didn’t even have the chance to say “good luck”.

A hand patted my shoulder, it’s Jake Crist, “looking for Fulton? He already went to the ring. Aren’t you going to watch the match?”

“I’ll just stay here.” I forced a smile.

The younger Crist stared at me for a while, said, “I don’t wanna be gossipy but did you two have argument?”

“It’s my fault.” I replied, eyes downcast, “I said stupid things and upset him.”

“This is how relationship works. Couple always argues about small things.”

“But today is the first time he brought me to meet you guys, it’s so special for him and I ruined it.”

“Don’t say that. Whatever the argument is, I believe there’s a reason.” Jake gave me a comforting smile. “Fulton talks about you a lot. Every time he mentions ‘Birdie’, we know the topic is about you.”

I blushed. He liked to give me pet names.

“You two are deeply connected, things will work out.”

I nodded, feeling much better, “thank you.”

“By the way, you can also watch the match here.” Jake turned on the TV.

The first scene I saw was Fulton leaning at the corner of the ring, face covered in blood.

“Hey are you alright?” Jake asked me.

Slightly shaking my head, I bit my lips in disquietude. It didn’t take long to know that Fulton lost the match, he looked like a beast in trap, wounded and dispirited, I wanted to hug him so badly, hence the first thing I did when he walked into the room was to grab his hand.

But he gestured stop, “Don’t touch.”

My arm froze in an awkward posture. Everyone in the locker room turned their sights to us, the confusion in air suffocated me. I didn’t want to act like grouch in front of his friends, it would embarrass him, so I mumbled “sorry” and left quickly.

 Wandering in the hallway, I tried to figure the reason that he said those words: was it because the argument we had in car? Or was he displeased that I didn’t go to the auditorium but stayed in backstage? I made mistake too and I wanted to fix it. Maybe we could try cohabiting first? It sounds fine for me...

With no attention paid to signs and turning, I somehow got lost in the building. Guided by intuition, I took another turn and was immediately stunned by the person appeared in front of me. It’s Fulton. He looked better than when he was locker room minutes ago, all the blood and mess was cleaned up.

“Where have you been?” he asked in worries.

“I got lost.”

Fulton let out a sigh, “like always...”

Before he went further, I cut him off, “I want to apologize.”

He looked puzzled, “what is it for?”

“I’m sorry for what I said. I have faith in our relationship with no doubt, but I never went so far in the previous ones and didn’t know what to do...”

Fulton dragged me into his arms, I was relieved a little in his bear hug. “I’m sorry too, Birdie.”

I looked up at him for an answer.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid... I was covered in blood and I don’t wanna ruin your dress. I know how much you like this dress, you only wear it on special occasion.”

I wasn’t sure which one surprised me more: the reason why he didn’t want me to touch him after match, or how much attention he put on the details. But this was not what I needed to consider now.

“Listen, I have been thinking about what you said. I shouldn’t push you, if you’re not comfortable with moving in now, I’ll wait.”

Grasped Fulton’s fingers, I asked, “what’s about we start with cohabiting?”

“Are you sure?” his eyes widened. “I don’t want you to force yourself...”

“I’m sure.” I threw my arm around his waist, “by the way, can you take me to another wrestling show, I’ll definitely be out there to support you.”

With little strength, Fulton scooped me up and let me sit on his shoulder, “whatever you want.”

[drwnng-ophelia]

Hunter and Prey

Chapter 8

Previously on Hunter and Prey: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Michael Langdon/OFC

Genre/Warnings: Rated M for smut, as in dirty-devil-worshipping-sex!

Summary: “I’ve learned now that you were trying to escape it, trying to escape your darkness and demons. But why bother? Why not bask in it, embrace your hunger for evilness. Stop turning the mirrors around, and look at yourself. At what you can become.

I have posted this fanfic on Archive Of Our Own, too, so feel free to check it out over there

I slumped down on the couch and looked at Michael with pulled up eyebrows, “I’m sorry. I can’t exactly remember our heart to heart where you told me all of your plans for the future.” Michael shot me an icy look and I started to doubt that he would want to undress me tonight.

“You already know them,” he said brusquely. “Oh, please. I may have given into you too quickly, but I’m not an idiot. I know that you want something more than just becoming Supreme. You keep your secrets, and I keep mine.” “Secrets,” he spat the words at me mockingly and started to pace back and forth before the fireplace. “Why does this upset you so much? How does this change anything? I’ve mentioned Clémence before and I accidentally told you that I’m an heiress. You could have made the connection yourself, you know. It’s not that hard,” I argued. He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at me viciously. “Unless,” I straightened and regarded him intently, “Unless, no one has ever told you anything about all of the things that are actually hiding out there, in the dark. What exactly did they teach you here? And who taught you before that?”

“That is none of your concern,” he snapped. I fought the urge to roll my eyes at this giant baby from hell. Granted, I had already guessed that his background was even more complicated than my own but why weren’t the warlocks teaching their students about mythical and supernatural creatures? After all, we had coexisted for centuries, and mostly peacefully.

I rose from the couch, closed the distance between us, and came to stand before him. But when I reached for his hand, he pulled away. Hurt jolted through me at his clear rejection.

“Michael, you knew about the bloodstone. You knew that I would become one of them. You knew that I was important,” I pleaded and clenched my fists to keep myself from reaching out again. Ever so slowly, his facial features softened as if my words started to register with him.

“So what if I’m the future Queen of the Undead? I didn’t hold it against you when I found out that you’re the Antichrist. And didn’t you want me to embrace my darkness? Don’t you think that the embodiment of Hecate, turned into a soulless, undead, seductive creature that lives off of the living is the epitome of darkness? Next to you?”

As my nails dug into my palms, I took a deep breath and waited for him to understand, to react.

“Don’t use that word in here,” he eventually noted and lifted his chin. My eyebrows nudged together, “I didn’t even say it. I hate to say that I will become a vampire, it sounds so cheesy.” His eyes lit up when I finally used the phrase that I loathed so much. “That’s not the one I meant, but thank you for finally saying it.”

“Oh,” I realized, “Don’t worry, I won’t mention your father to anyone. But if you honestly believe they won’t find out, then not even my goodwill can help you. You may believe yourself above these people, but they aren’t mentally challenged. At some point, they will figure it out.”

“I liked you so much better back at the house,” Michael shook his head and sighed through his nose, obviously tired of listening to me. Good. Because I was tired of having to explain basic shit to him. “And I liked you so much better with your head between my legs, but we don’t always get what we want,” I shrugged and saw how a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. Conceited ass.

“I might just be willing to grant you that wish, depending on how well-behaved you are tonight,” he chuckled and I shook my head in disbelief. His mood swings were making me dizzy. Michael looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties but sometimes he behaved so much younger. He was clever and had, undoubtedly, come to terms with himself completely, knew himself and what he wanted. And yet, something just didn’t add up. I filed the thought away for later and decided to change the topic, more than ready to close the heiress-discussion for now.

“Since we’re here, in this spacious and well-assorted library, I should maybe give you some insight into the society I belong to. Maybe you’ll stop thundering against me then,” I turned on my heel and headed towards one of the many shelves, letting my instinct guide me to the scripture I needed.  

“I swear, sometimes I don’t even know why you kept me around when you seem to resent me so much,” I mused quietly to myself as I flipped through the pages of an old grimoire. Michael’s arms snaked around my waist from out of nowhere and pulled me against him. Immediately, memories from the day before flashed before my eyes and I felt my heartbeat flutter. The way he held me, the way he knew exactly how and when to touch me. I wanted him. So much.

“I could never resent you,” Michael admitted and kissed the top of my head, “What would make you think I’d do that?” Involuntarily, my body leaned against him, welcoming his embrace, eager to get closer to him.

“Because…,” I took a deep breath and considered my words, “You appear to have certain expectations of me and I’m not sure I can live up to them. You expect me to support your cause without knowing what exactly you want to achieve, and I’m unwilling to do that. I will not just let myself be manipulated by you. It’s obvious that you usually succeed in getting others to do your dirty work but I won’t be one of them.” “That could never make me hate you. It makes you annoying, capricious, and intractable. But you challenge me and that…draws me to you,” he concluded, his voice tinged with uncertainty and wonder. He hadn’t foreseen to become fond of me, just as I hadn’t planned on becoming fond of him.

“Like a moth drawn to a flame,” I agreed and let my fingers bush over the back of his hand, savoring his warmth, “Let’s just hope that neither of us will burn their wings.”

“I thought you could control fire?” he breathed the question against my neck before pressing his lips against my skin. Oh, I knew where this was going. “Nice interrogation technique, albeit a little obvious and unfair,” I bit my lip and tipped my head to the side, giving him more space. “Answer me this and I’ll reward you for it,” he offered, “Generously.”

I didn’t even pretend to consider his offer before I extinguished every single flame in the room with nothing but a minuscule thought. Now, with darkness wrapped around us, his hands started to pull up the skirt of my dress with agonizing gradualness. The grimoire fell to the ground with a thud. “Let’s play later,” I gasped and stopped his hands, sensing something in the rooms beyond. “Why later?” he crooned and turned me around so he could kiss me deeply, carefully maneuvering me against the stacks. I didn’t have enough self-control to ask him to stop again.

“Because you’re no longer alone. Your room is ready,” a man’s voice said out of the darkness. Michael broke away from me and looked over his shoulder to see who had the audacity to disturb us. “What he said,” I mumbled and craned my neck to see past Michael as the flames lit up around us once more. A handsome and eccentrically dressed warlock leaned casually against the archway, his steel blue eyes scrutinizing us with distrust and a certain repulsion.

“You must be a very unfortunate creature considering that Michael Langdon touches you like that,” he said contemptuously and pushed himself off of the archway. He had some nerve addressing me like that. Quickly I decided that it wasn’t Behold Chablis who posed the biggest problem, but rather this man.

“It’s nice to see you, too,” Michael noted drily as his fingers interlaced with mine in a silent demonstration of partnership and he tugged at me gently so I would come to stand next to him. This felt very different from how he usually preferred to make me feel. Right now, I wasn’t just a possession — I was a companion, a playmate, an ally. And a very strong one at that. My bond with Michael sizzled in response to this new form of solidarity.

“I never expected Clémence to put the future of her community into the unproven hands of a young witch,” he remarked and took a few steps towards us. Michael drew in a breath to retort something, but I beat him to it, “What makes you think I’m unproven? If you knew anything about my mentor, you’d know that she chose me with great care and consideration.” He shrugged nonchalantly, “I like to believe that I know the Queen of the Undead.”

I could only laugh at the smug smile that flashed across his face, knowing perfectly well what he was implying, “Oh, please. Just because you’ve shared a bed with her doesn’t mean she would share any of her political plans with you. Who are you, anyway?” His smile faltered slightly. Michael was clearly enjoying this small banter as I could feel a reassuring sense of contentment flowing through our bond. It was obvious that he disliked this warlock.

“I’m John Henry Moore,” he introduced himself and searched my face for any sign of recognition. Clémence, in actual fact, had never mentioned him before and I arched an eyebrow to let him know. “Is she aware of the company you keep?” John Henry demanded and folded his arms in front of his body protectively. I shook my head, “She doesn’t need to know everything about me. I’m still very much my own person, thank you for asking.” “Maybe someone should let her know that you have submitted yourself to the warlocks’ boy wonder,” his words triggered a darkness within me that rarely unfolded itself. But now, it washed over me like the suffocating, icy water I had almost drowned in. Michael shifted slightly to look at me, clearly confused by the sudden deviation of my power.

The place I hadn’t wanted him to see this morning was suddenly broken open and displayed itself. He squeezed my hand encouragingly, curious to witness how I would defeat the warlock. “I don’t do well with provocation or threats, Mr. Moore. You should tread carefully,” I warned him and felt the earth tremble around us, answering me willingly. “Was this small trick supposed to be a display of power?” John Henry scorned, a grin plastered to his face. And I had always thought Michael to be cocky.

I remembered how I had told him that these people weren’t my subjects, that I was not interested in stripping them off their powers, to make myself known to them. However, if I was met with so little comity I might reconsider.

Gently, I pulled my hand from Michael’s and took slow, deliberate steps towards the rude warlock, my skirt hissing against the floor with every movement. Unwavering, John Henry looked at me defiantly, “Should I be scared now?” “Yes,” Michael warned, “You should.” But the warlock ignored him.

I paced around John Henry and sized him up just when the darkness engulfed me completely and swallowed up any warmth, kindness, or compassion. My power crept into him unnoticed, quietly latching on to every single magical gift he possessed, while he still looked utterly self-complacent.

“Well, I don’t feel anything, young lady,” he prompted with a triumphant grin when I stopped in front of him, mirroring his mask of superiority. Behind me, Michael drew in a sharp breath, anticipating my next move.

“Tell me, Mr. Moore,” I started and let my gaze wander over him as I started to drag my claws over his gifts lazily to give him a sharp, malicious foretaste of what was to come, “Do you feel this?” The moment I unveiled my influence, he cringed, fear and pain flashing in his eyes as I broke into him and started to pull. Under my heavy impact, his gifts trembled before they started to crumble, slowly disintegrating. I could wipe them away with a single blow but decided against it. Where would the fun in that be?

“Repeat yourself, Mr. Moore,” I challenged and tilted my head with predatory grace, “Tell me how I’m unproven, weak, and insignificant. And while you’re at it, tell my mentor that I’m here and that I have surrendered myself to one of you, that I am no longer imperious and in charge of myself.” John Henry whimpered and slumped over, completely unprotected and helpless. “I said,” I hissed and loosened my control, “repeat yourself.”

A gasp of relief escaped him when I decided to retreat only to leave his gifts in shambles. I looked down on him with icy distaste, “I told you, I don’t do well with threats. Now apologize and I will restore your magic.”

“Restore it? How could possibly undo what you just did?” he panted. Michael came to stand beside me and regarded his teacher with fascination, “Maybe you should just do as she says.”   “I…am sorry,” he spat the words and tried to push himself up but failed piteously. With a satisfied sense of victory, my darkness furled up like a content, purring kitten and put an end to its own menace and terror.

Without my dark side’s authority, it was as if I looked down on the beaten warlock through different eyes. I swallowed hard and realized what I had done: not only had I broken someone, I had done so just because I could. As if it had been nothing but a game that I only wanted to win to prove a point. My eyes slid to Michael who looked utterly pleased. He had waited for this part of me to show itself.

“I accept your apology,” I hurried to say and squatted down, my black skirt pooling around me like the darkness had only a moment ago, “Let me heal you.” When I extended my hands, John Henry flinched, fear radiating from him intensely. “I promise, I won’t hurt you again,” I tried and waited for him to take my hand. For a moment, he regarded me with suspicion but eventually put his hand in mine. The moment he touched me, I let my power wash over him. Within the blink of an eye, I rebuild everything I had destroyed, restored his gifts, and added to them as an offering of remorse.

I straightened and helped the warlock stand up. “How did you do that?” he asked with wonder, “You obliterated my magic and rehabilitated it without moving a finger, without uttering a single word.”

“You shouldn’t have condemned me like you did. Clémence chose me as her successor because I am very, very powerful. And that’s all you need to know,” I concluded and pulled my hand back so I could smooth over my dress.

“But,” he started and closed his eyes to feel for his magic, “I feel more powerful now than before. I feel better than when I walked in here.” “That’s because I regretted what I did to you and I believe in righting my wrongs. Thoroughly,” I explained, “Now, do I have your word that you won’t go running to my Queen?”

He paused for a moment but eventually nodded, “I was done with her anyway.” I shook my head slowly when I realized that he was no longer in her good graces, “I’m pretty sure she was done with you. Nice bluff, though.” What a waste of breath.

A nervous laugh escaped him and he looked slightly uncomfortable, “Let me show you to your room. You should still be familiar with it, Michael.” The men shared a glance that was filled with equal repulsion. “Then there’s no need for you to come with us. I’ll show her myself,” Michael noted dismissively and I felt his hand at the small of my back as he started to guide me out of the library, “We will see you at dinner. And in the meantime, you should count your blessings.”

The moment we had stepped through the archway and started down a hallway, Michael’s arm wrapped around my waist. “You were mesmerizing,” his voice was barely more than a whisper. To him, this had been arousing, a thrill of pleasure.

With swift steps, he ushered me up a winding staircase and down another corridor. I was grateful to have him by my side because this place was labyrinthine. The school’s bareness and its golden light made every hallway, door, and nook look identical.

“This is my old room,” he announced when we stopped in front of a dark mahogany door and he gestured for me to enter. Just like the rest of the school, the room was mostly bare and only illuminated by candles and a crackling fire that was contained by a fireplace in the corner. Next to the door was a minimalistic dark dresser and across from it was another door which probably lead into a bathroom. The neatly made bed took up most of the room as the only other furniture was a simple desk.

I took a few steps into the room and asked myself how anyone could possibly live down here for longer than a few days. “Didn’t you miss the moon down here?” I asked and turned around as Michael had been oddly quiet since we had entered.

“Take off your dress,” he instructed hungrily and leaned against the locked door, “You deserve your reward.” His tone immediately made heat pound between my legs.

“No,” I said and folded my arms in front of my body, “If this is my reward, I want to be in control.” Michael looked surprised when he pushed himself off the door, his steps unhurried when he closed the distance between us, “Then so be it.”

Patiently, he waited for me to put my arms around his neck and to lay my lips on his. But at my touch, his self-control dwindled away and his fingers started to work on the buttons of my dress. This time, he wanted me. This time, he needed to get his hands on me. I realized that when he had offered to reward me in the library, it had only been to conceal his own desire. Today he wasn’t drunk on my blood, but solely on my power.

My hands stopped his, so I could slide off his dinner jacket and start to unbutton his shirt. Eventually, he stood before me in nothing but his pants, clearly eager to undress me next. Teasingly, I let my fingers dance down his beautiful body until they slipped into his pants. He pulled in a breath when my hand found his excited length. At the feeling of him in my hand, I got impatient myself and helped him discard his last clothing. “May I undress you now?” Michael checked breathlessly and I breathed my ‘yes’ onto his lips.

Although I had chosen the lingerie with care this morning, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he was preoccupied with feeling me, so every touch, every caress was placed tactically and with ease.

“I thought I was in charge?” I reminded him and pushed him onto the bed. Fire burned in his eyes when I looked at him, only to then trail kisses down his chest. A moan slipped over his lips when I put his erection into my mouth. Slowly, I started to suck and moved up and down his shaft with tight lips. It was my plan to tease him with the same agonizing pace that he had used on me the night before but when I increased both intensity and tempo, I felt him tense under my touch. “Stop,” his raspy voice ordered.

“How do you want me?” I asked and planted a kiss under his earlobe, “I’m yours.” He didn’t utter an answer but instead grabbed my hips and moved me on top of him. I obliged and straddled him with a smooth movement. With very little guidance, I eased onto him and savored the feeling of him filling me. Michael pushed himself up so his arms could circle my body, binding me to him as he kissed me deeply.

When I started to move up and down, he joined me expertly and met me with a thrust every time. While our rhythm was slow at first, neither of us had the patience to keep it that way and it didn’t take me long to tip over the edge. The feeling of me coming undone around him resulted in his own release and I held onto him for dear life when he breathed my name against my skin.

Breathlessly, we collapsed onto the bed. “You, my dear, are ravishing,” he announced and pulled me into his arms. “Dinner is still a few hours away,” I reminded him after a while, “So let me be a seductress once more.”

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[mykoreanstudy]

Is there anything you especially dislike about Korean society? I know that the country has a lot of problems but what are the worst ones for you? Like things that make you go 'omg i'm so sorry you have to deal with that'. I find Korean culture, language, society, media etc really fascinating but man, the general public sure has to suffer a lot. :/

Lol girl don’t get me started...

Actually I have to make a presentation in my one class that is only foreigners. We were told to it could be about any feature of Korean society. I’m thinking about doing it about the concept of 헬조선. My professor is probably going to be thrilled that of all things in Korea I chose that, but I’m excited. It’s gonna be great when the presenters before me do topics like ~Hallyu~ ~Korean 정~ ~marriage in Korea~ and then I’m gonna come up like “hey guise lemme tell you why people think Korea is LITERALLY HELL.”

There’s a new movement where some Koreans have started to reject the term 헬조선 because at least the people in hell are sinners who deserve to be punished, while Koreans get punished even if they did nothing wrong. Worse-than-hell 조선. Hahahaha

Many problems in Korea stem from the suffocating societal pressure to be perfect. Nobody is proud of their own accomplishments, because they are never enough. Getting into any big university in Seoul is a feat, but it’s nothing to be proud of if you didn’t get into SKY. Getting an 850 on the TOEIC is very hard if you’ve never even lived in an English-speaking country, but it means nothing, because somebody else got a 950. And the (depressingly) hilarious part is that even those who do get perfect scores in everything, and do graduate from Seoul National, and do get hired at some big company like Samsung, still usually end up in a job where they work their asses off constantly every day of the week with little rest. The only difference is they’ll have more money. Putting money as the only goal does not a happy society make.

This is what leads to suicidal high school students that come home from hakwon at 12am. Men who come home at 2am completely drunk out of their minds. Women, many of whom spend their day working too, just to come home and take care of her husband’s demanding parents who expect them to keep a perfect household. Of course that gets into the next big problem which is people treating everyone below them badly. It’s not uncommon to see bosses who treat employees like their personal slaves, professors who treat their students like their personal slaves, and so on and so on. 

On top of worrying if you’re good enough, Koreans also have to worry if they’re normal enough. Koreans expect that everyone else will and should act just like they do personally. This is why being foreign in Korea is already kind of a sin it itself. As a foreigner I’ve heard Koreans often make claims that contradict each other, prefacing each one with “that’s the way it is here in Korea.” Whenever they see someone doing something in public that goes against their personal moral code, they attribute it not to difference of opinion, but “strangeness” or even insanity in the other person. Instead of tackling these differences case-by-case, they argue over who’s opinion is more widely held by other people and thus common law. Telling someone on the bus you wish they wouldn’t eat chips next to you? Too hard. It’s preferable to instead start a giant discussion about it with other people to establish whether or not eating chips on the bus is going against Korean moral code or not. If it is, that chip-eating person was a crazy, immoral jerk not worthy of Korean society. Lol.

Every decision must first be evaluated on the basis of how the people around you will react. Even if you personally want something, it’s unacceptable in the case that the people around you, be it your family, friends, or even strangers, don’t approve. One’s decisions aren’t necessarily intended to make oneself happy, but to make others happy. This extends into the way one looks. Changing one’s appearance is not seen as a way to express oneself, but as a way to be more acceptable to the society. This is why Korea has the highest rates of plastic surgery in the world. While western people are thought to get plastic surgery for personal vanity, Koreans do it just to be considered “acceptably normal.” 

The last thing I’ll point out is that Koreans are opportunists. They see no problem with using other people to get ahead. You may argue that this is a facet of every capitalist society, and I would agree with you, but the extreme competitiveness in Korea makes it even more pronounced. Koreans are not afraid to pretend to befriend somebody so that they can gain something from them. They see this as a fact of life. It’s nice as a foreigner to have Koreans come up to you on the street desperate to be “friends” with you, until you realize they’re just looking for free English practice/help.

So yeah these are the reasons, along with some others, that I don’t think I can keep living in Korea much longer. I originally intended to, as I really loved my life here the first couple of years, (and there’s still things I love about Korea ofc) but seeing so many sad worn-down people around me has really taken the joy out of Korean life. Doesn’t help that being treated as an outsider forever sucks. If you’re not Korean, no amount of Korean fluency or cultural knowledge makes you “normal.” You’re always an other.

[were-cheetah-stiles]

The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 16) -Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles��

Title: “The Roommate, Part I”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Sarah Millin & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of sex.

Author’s Note: So I chose to have the reader be 20 years old to Stiles’ 18/almost 19, because I want him to have a mature relationship that has adult conversations about consent and birth control and sex in general. Someone that can mature him sexually, I guess. Whatever. Just read it. You’ll get it.

Summary: Scott has remained in Beacon Hills since returning from New Orleans with a resurrected Allison Argent. The gang continues in their fight against the vampires back in Berkeley without him. Stiles, y/n, Isaac and Cora brainstorm about how to kill the vampires, y/n and Stiles have a discussion about their relationship status, and an abduction changes the timeline for the Pack.

Chapter Fifteen - Chapter Sixteen - Chapter Seventeen

"How did she even know what classes you were taking?" Isaac asked, as he relaxed on the couch in Scott and Stiles' apartment.

"I don't know...” You rubbed your hands against your face, pulling at the edges of your eyes in frustration. “They're coven witches... they're creepy as fuck." You answered, somewhat exasperated.

"They really are though, man. Basically everything she said to Y/N was deeply disturbing." Stiles interjected.

"I don’t even want to talk about her. I just want to figure out what it was. Isaac, are you going to make yourself useful?" You asked, tilting your head to the side and grimacing at the handsome, blonde werewolf.

"Yea, yea, sorry." Isaac sat up and caught the notebook that you threw his way.

"I don't think that there will be anything about whatever is 'coming our way' in my American Government notes, but you know, it's good to be thorough." You said about the notebook you had just tossed to Isaac.

"How are we supposed to look for something that we don't even know about yet? 'For something comes your way' is really vague." Isaac asked, as he watched Stiles flipping through Scott's Western Civilization textbook.

"I don't know...” You smushed your face against your open book on the table, and continued speaking, muffled. “Ugh, fuck. You're right. I have no idea what we are even looking for." You said, frustrated, as you lifted your head and shut your History of Ancient Mesopotamia notebook. "We should just table this for now and go back to the vampires."

Stiles rubbed your shoulder, and kissed you on the cheek. "We'll figure it out, I promise."

You nodded. "So what do we have so far?" You looked up at the dry-erase board that Stiles had brought into the living room, from his bedroom, with all of the ways that they had found online and in books on how to kill a vampire.

"Okay, well, considering it won't be sunny around here for a while, or at least sunny enough to kill them, that can be taken off." Stiles said aloud, as he crossed off that option with a red marker.

"What about the silver bullet?" Isaac asked.

"I feel like that's a myth only related to werewolves, right? I'd cross it off." Cora said, as she emerged from the kitchen with beers from their fridge, sitting next to Isaac.

"Yea, there was not enough evidence that that one would actually work." Stiles said as he crossed that off the list as well.

"I think the wooden stakes to the heart seem like they could be... reputable. They're in most of the older books I found so there's probably some truth to it." You said to the group. Isaac nodded in agreement. Stiles put a check mark next to 'STAKE TO THE HEART' on the board.

"Fire?" Isaac asked.

"Fire is a 50/50, I think. I'm not positive it would work, I'm not positive it wouldn't. I don't like those odds though." Stiles explained.

"Can we not do fire until we run out of the other options?" You asked.

"Bad witch memories?" Isaac asked, facetiously.

"They aren't good." You glared at him.

"Y/N makes a good point. In the same way that it seems like silver is used for werewolves, fire is definitely used to kill witches, and considering you are a New England witch, I think keeping you away from fire is probably a good idea." Stiles erased fire from the dry-erase board with his sleeve.

"I have no issues with decapitating those creepy assholes." Cora piped up, pointing to the last option on the board.

"Decapitating seemed to have some good results in the research, especially in regards to werewolves and vampires." Stiles pointed out.

"Did you see that in one of the Twilight movies, Stiles?" Cora grinned.

"No, I read it on the wikipedia page, and also, shut up, Cora." Stiles glared at the younger Hale wolf.

"I read it in some other books too, so I don't know, that maybe is an option." You agreed with Stiles.

"Are we missing any?" Stiles asked.

"What'd they kill Dracula with?" Isaac asked.

You pulled your computer onto your lap and began typing. "It says... Dracula was ultimately killed with a bowie knife." You said, looking up at Stiles.

"Maybe we should put that on the list, just in case." Isaac said, as he watched Stiles then scribble it onto the white board.

"Okay..." Stiles placed the cap back on the marker, and stepped away from the board, gnawing on the end of the marker. "Those look like reasonable options... I'll have Scott talk to Argent and see if he has a bowie knife he can bring back." Stiles sat down in the chair that you were leaning against. You positioned yourself in between his legs and wrapped your arms around his calf, resting your head against his thigh. You felt comfortable to be yourself with Cora and Isaac. She was around your age and Isaac was sarcastic and dry but generally very nice and you felt close to the both of them.

"You know, Scott's not going to want to hunt and kill them." Isaac noted, as he took a sip of the beer that Cora brought him.

"I know, but we need to have the back up plan in place either way." Stiles argued.

"What do you think Scott will try to do instead? Run them out of town or something?" Cora asked Stiles and Isaac.

"After he heard about how Gerard got rid of the vampires from Beacon Hills, I think he'll try to make a deal with these ones too." Stiles explained, rubbing the back of his neck.

"When does he get back anyway? We have finals in a couple of weeks." You mentioned, looking up at him.

"I don't know, last time I talked to Argent, he said that Scott basically hasn't left the couch in Allison's bedroom since she got back to Beacon Hills." Isaac said, glancing at Cora to see if she was alright.

They're relationship had been somewhat strained since Allison had come back into the picture. Cora was suddenly doubting that if Allison was alive, if Isaac would have ever dated her in the first place. Isaac had spent the past few weeks trying to reassure Cora that he and Allison were never that serious and that when he heard what she said to Scott, as she died in his arms, he knew that he and Allison were never meant to be. Cora was struggling to believe him.

"I talked to Scott this morning and he's just not ready to leave her yet." Stiles shrugged. "We're kind of just floating here though without him, just waiting for them to make their next move."

You zipped your pants back up, and bent over to grab Stiles' boxers off the floor. You threw them at the bed and then went looking for your shirt. You buttoned your shirt up and sat back down on Stiles' bed, rubbing his leg over the thin sheet covering his naked body.

"Hey Sti, can we talk about something really quick before I leave?" You asked him.

"Yea.. is everything okay? 'Can we talk' is never a good conversation starter." Stiles sat up in bed, his slight happy trail peeking out from above the covers.

"Everything is fine.. sorry." You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him. "I wanted to ask....." You sighed. "I don't know how to put this... I wanted to ask if we are exclusive."

Stiles narrowed his eyes at you, confused. "Well... you're my girlfriend so I thought we were exclusive." He said, the concern evident in his voice. "What's going on?"

"How many girls have you had sex with?" You asked, jumping to your next topic.

"Three... including you." Stiles answered, obviously referring to Malia and Lydia.

"And when was the last time you were tested?"

"For STDs?" Stiles asked, his eyes widening and a blush rising to his cheeks. "Never... Have you been?"

"Of course." You said. 

"And.....?"

"I'm good... I'm totally good. Stiles, I would really appreciate it if you would go to the health center and get tested."

"I'm sure that I’m clean though." Stiles answered.

“I’m sure you are too but this is not going to happen again until you get that in writing.” You smiled at him smugly. You were not budging on something as simple as this.

“I will go today, I promise.” Stiles held his hand up like he was taking an oath to you.

"Thank you.”

“What prompted this whole conversation?” Stiles asked. 

“I was thinking, if we're only having sex with each other and that won't be changing any time soon, I thought we could stop using condoms.." You suggested.

"Because you want a baby?" Stiles pulled the sheet slowly towards his chest.

"NO. You idiot, do I seem ready to have a baby to you? I can't even keep the basil alive on your windowsill." You gestured towards the living room. "I didn't tell you, because this is a random conversation to have, but I'm on this birth control... it's basically this, like, hook inside of me that makes me hostile towards any.. invaders." You glanced down to the part of the bed sheet hiding his penis. "It's supposed to be even more effective than condoms, and I just... I just want to be with you. No barriers, nothing in between." You said, as you ran your hand up his chest.

"I feel like you should've started this conversation with 'Hey Stiles, we don't have to use condoms anymore because my womb won't take any of your shit.'" He talked with his hands the way he did when he was annoyed.

You laughed out loud. "Sorry..." You sheepishly grinned, as you leaned up to kiss him on the lips.

"So we don't have to use condoms anymore?" He asked. You shook your head. "Why didn't you start this conversation before we just had sex?" Stiles shook his head at you, and pulled you back on top of him.

"I don't know actually..." You laughed, as he pulled you close for a kiss. "Stiles..." You took a deep breath. "As much as I want to do this again right now, and as happy as I am that you can do this again so soon after, I have to go."

"No, come on, you can do your laundry here... after." Stiles tugged at your hands. "We never get to have sex when Scott's not here with his super-wolfy hearing." He complained.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. "We literally just had sex without Scott’s ‘super-wolfy hearing’ being here. I have to do laundry and I told Sarah and Hanna that I would have lunch with them. I have to go." You kissed him hard. "I'll see you later, handsome."

"I'll be here... burning my boxes of condoms..." Stiles yelled after you.

Stiles stood in the living room, staring at the dry erase board, chewing on the lid of the marker when he heard his phone vibrate.

"Hey babe, I went to the health center and they said I’d get the results tomorrow.. I was thinking for dinner, do you want me to order in Vietnamese or something?" He said when he saw your picture light up his lock screen.

"STILES... SHE'S GONE!" You were sobbing into the phone.

"Y/N.... Y/N, what's going on, are you okay?"  Stiles dropped the marker onto the floor.

"She's gone. She's gone! Hanna's been taken."

"Baby, slow down and tell me what happened." Stiles told you as he frantically looked around the room for his keys and his shoes.

"Sarah and I got to the restaurant for lunch and Hanna never showed up. When we got home, the front door was open and the place was trashed. They took her. They took Hanna. There was blood on the floor. Stiles, they took Hanna." You were screaming into the speaker.

"Have you called the police yet?" Stiles asked, as he tied his Adidas up with you on speakerphone.

"No, no, not yet."

"Okay, I'm calling Isaac and I'm coming over, take Sarah into your room and lock the door. We'll be right there. Don't let her call the cops yet."

Stiles pulled the Jeep up to the front of the building and threw it in park. He grabbed the bat he kept in his backseat and ran to the front door. He saw Isaac sprinting towards the front of your building, his claws already protruding from his fingers. Stiles fumbled with his keys to find the lobby key that you had made him a copy of for emergencies. He opened the door and raced with Isaac up the stairs to your floor.

Stiles held the bat against his shoulder as he and Isaac approached the front door of your apartment, noting the wood near the lock on the frame was severely splintered. Stiles pushed the door open further with the end of his bat.

"Y/N..." Stiles yelled, surveying the living room for his girlfriend, and seeing signs of a struggle around the apartment.

You burst out of your bedroom at the sound of his voice and ran into his arms. He hugged you tighter than he had ever hugged you before. "They came back.. They came for Sarah and me, and I fought them off." You sobbed, as he held you up in his arms. "There was just one, but it was them." You sank onto the floor in front of him, no longer allowing him to prop you up.

"Stiles, we have to call the cops." Isaac said, walking out of Hanna's room, blood smeared on the sole of his shoe, as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

Stiles' eyes widened over Isaac’s bloody footprints. "Yea, call them and watch her." He helped you onto the couch, and peeked his head into your room to look for Sarah. "Sarah... are you okay?" Stiles helped her up from her crouching position behind your bed.

"What are all of you... what the hell is going on?" Sarah asked, shaking as Stiles helped her onto the couch next to you.

He crouched down in front of her, getting eye level to make her feel more comfortable. "Isaac is calling the cops right now, Sarah, and I promise we'll find Hanna, and I promise that we'll explain everything to you, but you can't tell the police about the guy coming back or how Y/N fought him off. Please. I know we owe you one hell of an explanation, but please don’t tell them what you just saw y/n do." Stiles pleaded with the scared girl.

Sarah looked at you and took your hand. She looked back at Stiles and nodded slowly. "I promise." You hugged her and the two of you sobbed on each other's shoulders.

Stiles walked over to where Isaac was standing in the corner, looking at the blood smears on the floor in Hanna's room. "We have to call Scott.. It's time for him to come back." Stiles said, a grave look resting upon his face.

Fifteen <- -> Seventeen

A lot just happened. Next chapter a lot happens too. Let me know what you guys thought.

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[chromsai]

Sai, I just went and watched Yugioh Everything's video on Yusaku and Aoi having Autism and Depresson, respectively. While he makes some solids points and I agree with them having mental problems, he basically said Vrains is the first yugioh to talk about 'such dark topics.' If your up to it could you bring up some characters in previous ygo series (Arc-V or all your choice) that implied to have mental problems cause Vrains is not the first by a long shot lmao.

Lmao sorry this answer is kinda late since the past few days have been busy for me and ironically enough you sent this right when I just got back from a grad school info session (regarding psych programs ofc) which made me realize I kinda wanna pursue a career more along research in the field of abnormal psychology which is one of my stronger areas of knowledge in psychology already anyway. I just really like it that much.

So yeah I did see this ask like almost right when you sent it but it was late and I had just gotten home after a nice day and YE’s videos haven’t been making me too happy lately so ofc sorry I kinda avoided watching it that night cuz I didn’t wanna ruin my nice day (just in case). But now that I watched it, well as far as I can remember he didn’t outright say that this is the first time a Yugioh’s dealt with these issues before (but I can see how you got that he perhaps implied it).

That all being said, I still have just a, I’d say, general yet above-average knowledge in these subjects (hey I have a degree in Psych, yes, but that doesn’t make me an expert by any means and I’m not afraid to say that, hell I love learning new things about psych all the time) so please keep that in mind (also please keep in mind too that I cannot professionally diagnose anyone, but for the sake of discussion about the psychology in fiction, I can definitely give my thoughts on what would be the most probably diagnosis for certain characters). Besides that though, if YE does actually believe that this is the first time these kinds of issues have ever been dealt with in Yugioh, well wow idk how much he’s been paying attention before this...

(Long read with further examples + explanations from characters in each series under the cut)

Regarding his statements on the Vrains characters and the disorders he mentioned, I’ll give it to him. In fact, I too am pretty sure by now that all of Yusaku’s “quirks” point to Autism, though, and YE didn’t mention this so idk how knowledgeable he is regarding other personality disorders, he also seems to show symptoms of OCPD (obsessive-compulsive); these include being obsessed or preoccupied with making lists and keeping track of small details, over preoccupation with work or meeting goals to the point of neglecting your social life or forming close relations, unwillingness to see ethics or values in someone else’ light, being stubborn, etc. Wouldn’t surprise me if he has both since there’s a high co-morbidity between ASD and OCPD.

In regards to Aoi, again yes I agree. Girl has depression. It’s very obvious (this I can say with confidence as someone who has suffered previously from it [note: I sought help and let’s just say I’m very glad I did]. The Paranoid Personality Disorder... (I’m gonna be honest.... I didn’t pay enough attention to Aoi’s character enough to determine a firmer answer and I don’t really feel like rewatching the ep). According to him, it’s a possible thing. He did mention that she could just be acting that way because her whole entire life she’s been kinda used so she has a general distrust of people, but that’s just the thing. If in fact he’s correct about her symptoms matching up, it doesn’t necessarily matter if she’s acting this way due to her childhood trauma, in fact, that’s even more reason to validate her suffering from PPD (another area I feel more confident about in psych is child/adolescent development and hey guess what, lots of personality disorder symptoms start showing up during childhood or are even a direct cause of childhood trauma).

Speaking of childhood trauma, you wanted to know characters from other series that have mental illnesses/suffer from personality disorders? Well... (*cough cough* as a psychologist, why do you think I enjoyed Arc V so much?)...Here’s a quick list of just a few select characters I can think of:Arc V:-Yuya (remember, the childhood trauma I mentioned): Oh my poor boy suffers from dysthymia. Again, I’m pretty confident here because I can relate (because I suffer from it too ahaha). While we don’t know exactly for how long, it’s been at least three years with it (ugh) since his father’s disappearance and all the bullying. He shows so many signs of it throughout the show (it would be pointless to get screencaps because the signs are literally everywhere): dysthymia (sometimes called “persistent depressive disorder”) is noted by sadness, anger, irritability, mood swings, loss of appetite, insomnia (did you notice in Synchro when we was feeling depressed in his room he didn’t eat at all and stayed up all night despite being noticeably tired), indecisiveness, low self-esteem, among others. I’m sure people might argue against me, trying to say “oh well he’s energetic for the most part and still smiles a lot” well guess what, there’s lots of entertainers, comedians, performers, and just overall really sociable people who do a terrifyingly good job hiding it.I saw someone once mention that they headcanoned Yuya also has Histrionic Personality Disorder and well... he actually does show signs of it but not so much that he actually meets criteria. Even for being an entertainer tho, he shows this more than the others (either Dennis, Yuzu, or even Yusho), but again, can’t be diagnosed with it.Lastly, and this is more of a post-canon thought regarding the prognosis of his mental health... he’s definitely gonna deal with some dissociative symptoms for the rest of his life (or until somehow, some way they find a way to separate him and the other Yuus, and even then still...). There is just no way in hell you can convince me that he’s not gonna experience dissociation on a regular basis with 3 other people living inside him. Same goes for Yuzu. (Side note: RIP my heart.)

-Shun: He suffers from PTSD. Oh man he’s kind of textbook PTSD: irritableness, mistrust, social issolation, flashbacks, hostility, fear, anxiety, paranoia, agitation, hyper-vigilance, etc. (I’d also say Yuto and Kaito suffer this too).

-Reria: Also suffers from PTSD, but since Reira is much younger, coping with childhood PTSD is a lot harder and leads to more frequent panic attacks, flashbacks, intrusive or unwanted thoughts, nightmares, avoidant behavior, etc.

-Yuri: Conduct Disorder, aka the precursor to Antisocial Personality Disorder. He’s 14 so he can’t really be diagnosed as the second. Anyways, what really tipped me off about him having this is his blatant disregard for any remorse towards harming others. He just doesn’t feel it. On the contrary, he straight up says he enjoys it, says he needs it “just like breathing”, he’s an overall really violent kid and starts fights with literally anyone that gets in his way (like... it’s even his catchphrase “You’re in my way!”), has no knows long term close relationships with anyone (reeaaally wish they had given us more of him and Dennis together tho...), and he’s known to deceive, trick, or lie to others with no guilt at all. (He’s also seen as similar to past villains of Yugioh, outright disproving the implication that Vrains is the first Yugioh to deal with personality or mental disorder issues).

-Zarc: Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Again, another textbook example. And yes, similar to Aoi’s possible Paranoid Personality Disorder, this is canonically induced into his personality as a result of the society he lived in praising his violent duel style and eventual lust for power due in part to the same reason. But just because it was induced due to circumstance doesn’t make it any less valid. It’s another form of trauma, just like Aoi’s whole “being used all her life” led her to develop PDD.

And well there’s more examples in Arc V (you can also argue that Shingo also suffers from NPD to some extent, etc.) but I think those are the biggest ones I can think of right now.

And of course, though I’ve seen them all, I know Arc V the best + it’s just the one that’s in my most recent memory so it’s easier to talk about them, but some other quick examples from the series that I can think of:

DM:-Kaiba: Again, Narcissistic Personality Disorder.-Marik: I think he’s a strong candidate for being diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder (at least the way his villainous arc portrayed him as).-Bakura: Actually an adult so actual Antisocial Personality Disorder.

GX:-Judai: Depression & Dissociation. Yep.-Ryo Marufuji/Hell Kaiser: Definitely could argue that he displays signs of Sadisitic Personality Disorder, just keep in mind that it is no longer included in the DSM-V so it is not something someone would be typically diagnosed with professionally.-Manjoume: Another Narcissist.

5D’s:-Jack Atlas: Okay so he’s more of an accurate example of Histrionic Personality Disorder, minus the sexual criteria (which, if the Yugioh anime genre/audience allowed, I’m sure would be plausible since he also displays signs of NPD, implying that he might actually want that kind of physical/superficial attention).-Aki: Also like Aoi, displayed symptoms of PPD, though I’d argue she definitely has it and just learns to cope over time after befriending Yusei & co.-Sherry: Shows signs of high functioning ASD (being perfectionist and being obsessed with finding out about her parents murder), but ASD isn’t something I’m too confident talking about yet so maybe don’t quote me on this.-Divine: I’d say you can argue he’s has Antisocial Personality Disorder.

Zexal:-Vector: Another one with.... I mean... he’s not really 13 or 14, he’s actually, what, like 100s of years old? So instead of Conduct Disorder, he actually has Antisocial... technically...-Fuya: OOOOOHHHH You thought I wouldn’t remember a character like him??? (Again, as a psychologist, these are the characters I like the most). He’s memorable to me, despite being a minor character, cuz I’d say he definitely displays signs of having Avoidant Personality Disorder, especially with regards to using his Esper Robin personality to avoid all those intrusive, self-conscious thoughts he doesn’t find pleasant.-Shark/Ryoga/Nasch: Also has PTSD.-IV: He’s borderline Antisocial. Not quite. But almost there.

OOOKAYY Well anyways, those were just a bunch of examples. There’s way more, I’m sure that I missed A TON. But yes it’s as you said, Vrains is definitely NOT the first time in Yugioh history where characters have had to struggle with mental health / personality disorder issues. Far from it.

And wow actually thank you for the ask! This was really fun to think about and I welcome the discussion any time! Anyone, don’t be afraid to let me know if there’s stuff I might have left out or if there’s anything wrong with this or any arguments for or against any of this.

[dreaminglee]

Pentagon Hogwarts!AU

Gryffindor :

1. Hui

Sorted to Gryffindor in an instant, all of his family was Gryffindor student as well.

Courage and brave, ready to take a bullet for his friends.

Leader of the famous Frog Choir.

Sometimes reckless.

Well-liked and known by everyone, who doesn’t know the main vocalist-slash-the Leader of Frog Choir?!

Aside from his status in Frog Choir, everyone know him because he’s friendly as well.

Arrogant in terms of his musical prowess.

When you can’t sleep and went down to Common room at night, Hui will be glad to sing you a lullaby.

But also likes to nag at other Gryffindor student about everything. He basically cares for everyone.

The one who organized cool Gryff parties and invited other Houses only to brag. lol 

The one who come with ridiculous dare when playing Truth or Dare.

Also the one who will do any dare thrown at him.

Will start singing We Will Rock You at Quidditch match.

Ofc everyone will follow him.

2. Wooseok

School’s Prankster Mascot.

Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes’ VVVVVIP customer.

Also on Filch’s VVVVVIP detention list.

Dangerously reckless.

Almost fell down from the Owlery just because someone dared him to pet one of the sassiest owl.

Lots of pranks going wrong so he got quite a lot of bruises.

Madam Pomfrey scolded him a lot, but that didn’t stop him.

Gryffindor Quidditch Team’s Keeper

Because... come on, no one fits Keeper more than our Giant Wooseok.

Really use “You will like me because i’m a Keeper.” pick up line.

Surprise, surprise! Slytherin Yuto’s bestfriend!

Hogsmeade weekend trip go to : Spinwitches Sporting Needs. To check on Quidditch gear. Ofc with Yuto too!

In contrast with Jinho, he often mistaken as senior.

His Mom bought him an auto-grown uniform robes from Madam Malkin since he grow like a damn tree.

3. Shinwon

Gryffindor’s Catalogue Model.

Popular because his body proportion.

Kidding. He’s popular because he’s Go Shiwon, everyone loves Go Shiwon.

Surprisingly, member of the Rat Race Club.

One of the Quidditch Commentator Duo.

Extra af.

Lots of unnecessary comments during the match.

And a lot of roasting other Houses too.

“Nice dodge by that giant Gryffindor keeper over there! Really good at dodging Bludgers but unfortunately bad at escaping from Filch!”

“Go Shinwon!”

“Sorry Professor!”

“Back to the game, oh by the way Wooseok I heard you asked that senior from Hufflepuff on a date?”

McGonagall whipped out her wand and cast the mic on silent.

Favorite sweets : Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans.

Favorite Hogsmeade trip : following Yanan to Honeydukes.

Afraid of dogs and werewolf-type animal, nearly fainted when he met Fluffy.

Hufflepuff :

4. Jinho

Hufflepuff’s Head Boy

Hufflepuff’s Sunshine

Frog Choir’s Ex-Leader, left the Choir when appointed as Head Boy, but sometimes joined them on special occasion.

Moved to the Magical Creature Club, can be seen carrying around Bowtruckle on his shoulder.

Really likes Care of Magical Creatures subject, all the creatures loves him! even the Niffler and Hippogriff.

Everyone wants to hug him.

Come on, even when he’s the oldest amongst his friends, he’s still the most adorable.

Lots of first years mistaken him as a fellow first year. (so yeah, imagine their horror-stricken face when Yanan told them that the boy who’d they called by ‘bro’ for the past 1 hour is Jinho, the Head Boy, seventh year, and all that).

But he’s just laughing and told them not to be scared that much, after that, all Puff’s younger student idolized him.

Don’t be fooled by his appearance tho, because he’s really damn scary when mad.

One time Jinho blew up mad in front of lots of kids, even Hui and Hongseok had to drag him out of the room to calm him down.

Everyone got shocked to see him that mad even the younger kids starts crying.

But Jinho will go back to his usual self when the problem got sorted.

The one who will stand by with a glass of warm milk / coffee when everyone get hangover.

5. Yanan

Made in China

“Annyeong Chingudeul”

Loves herbology

Everyone’s friend, greets everyone, no matter what house or which year are they in.

Fat Briar’s bestfriend (?)

Every Hogwart’s Ghosts bestfriend tbh, this kid just love to befriend everyone, even the ghosts!!

Comes from a long line of Old Great Chinese Wizard Family, but no one realize because Yanan is too cotton candy looking to be the heir of ancient wizard family thing.

Don’t be fooled by that face because he won’t hesitate to kick your ass when he is mad.

His favorite part of the weekend Hogsmeade trip : Honeydukes.

From Acid Pops to Wizochoc, this boy right here have tried all of it.

On the top of his list : Fizzing Whizbees and Sugar Quill (because he can chew at it on class).

Treats puff’s younger kids who’s in a bad mood or sad to Honeydukes, sometimes you can see Shinwon by his side for a box of Bertie Bott’s .

Karamela Flume -the owner- sometimes give him bonus sweets, as Yanan is very polite and also bought lots everytime he come.

Favorite subject : Muggle Studies, Potion, and Herbology!

Muggle Studies because he really amazed by how Muggle world works, nowadays he’s fascinated by their cotton candy machine.

Potion and Herbology because his family is famous for their ancient chinese healing magic, Yanan can concocted various healing potions and his love for Herbology clearly helps him when making potions.

Ravenclaw:

6. Hongseok

Smart.

Straight O’s student. 

Instead of helping kids who cannot solve the riddle, he’ll helping them by giving hints.

Likes to have a deep talk with the Eagle Knocker.

Ravenclaw’s famous hot nerd.

But also pretty buff up, working out everytime he’s not studying.

Girls silently died when Hongseok rolled his sleeves just because

Dem muscular arms of him ofc *A*

Awkwardly tried to joked with others but mostly failed.

Very familiar with the kitchen’s house-elves altho he’s not hufflepuffs. It’s because he sometimes come to cook or grabbing snack for his late-night studying.

Good at food related charm. Don’t ask why.

Frog Choir’s fixed member, but he always said that he’s not and only performing because Jinho and Hui asked for his help.

He can see a person’s potential just by talking with him, and he’s a good adviser too.

Great observant. He’s good at sensing everyone’s mood, always know whether you’re in a good/bad mood or have some good/bad news to tell.

7. Kino

Metamorphagus.

Change his hair color on hourly basis, but only his close friends who know the meaning of his hair colors.

Transforms into other Professor to release Wooseok from Filch’s detention.

Only McGonagall and his friends who can tell Kino behind all of his disguise. (yeah, even Flitwick, his own Head house, sometimes got fooled by his ability. But he never gets mad)

Use his abiility to sneak out at night, to find Room of Requirement. (Again, Filch never realized the Flitwick he meet every night is Kino in disguise)

Why Room of Requirement? Boy need to practice his dance every day, and which room can fulfill his need?

The first one who will go whenever McGonagall held the ball dance practice. And he’ll be willing to help teaching the younger kids who can’t.

Needless to say, he and his partner will be the first one to hop on to the center of the hall @ Yule Ball.

Cannot control his appearance when he talk to the girl he likes. His hair color, nose and ear shape will change uncontrollably.

 A really, really sweet kid.

8. E’Dawn

The epitome of eccentric.

Likes to give vague answers to the door knocker. Makes other Claw student groaned because it means it’ll be a long time for them to get in. Also loves to argue with the eagle.

Only his close friends can call him Hyojung.

Can emitted a dolphin-like scream.

But also spitting rap like fire.

Sometimes use rap-rhymes when insulting people.

Throwing aegyos whenever he got the chance. Making people want to coo but also kick him at the same time.

Hardcore deadliner.

Transfiguration test at 11 A.M? This boi will only start studying at 10.45.

But then got the highest mark among his classmates.

Late-night, philosophy-related discussion with Hongseok.

A good listener, when there are other Claw students who can’t sleep or having a problem, he’s beyond ready to lend ears.

Great observant no.2. But different from Hongseok, he’s good at reading situation. Someone joked too far? He’ll steered the conversation so the jokee know that he/she crossed the line. Someone got uncomfortable with the discussion topic? He’ll change it naturaly.

Slytherin

9. Yeo One

Pureblood.

Have two persona. The cold, intimidating Yeo One & Bright, friendly Changgu.

You’ll get Yeo One at the first time you meet him, or if you’ve ever got on his nerves. And also if you insulted, or looking trouble with his friends/loved ones.

But when he trust you to be around him, you’ll see Changgu.

Even though he’s a pureblood, his family is the lenient one, he’s not that judgmental about blood status.

Cunning, good at making people to obey or doing something for him. But not in a bad way.

Slytherin’s Seeker.

Have a big fanbase among the other Quidditch players.

Good at fan service.

Loyal af. But never showed his loyalty in front other people.

Dare him to do something? He’ll do it to prove you wrong.

Girls like it when Yeo One styled his hair up because Yeo Chang Rude. they think he looks hotter with that hairstyle.

Pro at controlling facial expression.

10. Yuto

Transfer student from Mahoutokoro.

Beater in Toyohashi Tengu Junior.

Sorted to Slytherin when he transferred to Hogwarts and naturally scouted to Slytherin’s Quidditch team as Beater.

Have a small group of loyal fans who cheered him every match.

Surprise, surprise pt.2 ! Gryffindor Wooseok’s Bestfriend!

So it all started at 2002 Quidditch World Cup.

Yuto ride his mini broomstick outside his family tent, when he saw a kid taller than him riding his mini broomstick too.

They started a race (cute one ofc) and their family found them so cute, they exchanged addresses.

So Yuto and Wooseok become an Owl-pal and always met on a Global Young Quidditch Player Summer Camp.

Ofc Yuto jumped when an opportunity to be exchange student to Hogwarts come.

lol so done with Yuto-Wooseok backstory ppl.

Yuto is a shy puppy. But his flat expression make people mistake him as a scary, cold, typical Slytherin.

Will start blabbering in Japanese when caught off guard/shy.

But that’s his charm that make girls secretly like him.

A gentleman.

A hard worker.

Even when everyone always told him that he’s the best Beater Slytherin ever had, it didn’t stop him from training every day.

And he never forget to give credit to others.

“Oh no, of course we win because Yeo One Hyung caught the Snitch so quick!”

When Slytherin won a game but he thought that he did bad, he will go to the Training Grounds for another hard training.

A loyal friend, will silently support his friends.

When he smiled, everyone doted him. 

lol finally done with Pentagon Hogwarts!AU *dies* it took me almost 2 weeks because of work, lots of distraction lol, and mainly because I kept adding point to all members lol. I’m sorry if there are members who didn’t get as much background stories as the other :( and if my sorting is different with what you guys had in mind... I planned to make few short scenarios based on this also :> (after I finish one scenario request I got a few days ago omg so happy lol).

Hope you guys enjoy <33333333