#but I used to skip breakfast all the time throughout my years in school

[veiledfox]

} the past year or so has felt like the most consistent I've been in having breakfast at all in my entire life

[daughter-of-sapph0]

The people arguing that "oh it's just a silly word don't be so mad" reminds me of the comic "Trigger Warning: Breakfast" and how even the simplest word can hold memories of trauma for someone else.

not to be too personal, but you're absolutely right. my experience isn't the same as everyone else, but I've specifically grown up and dealt with a shit ton of trauma.

I was raised and treated as a boy up until high school. but never one of "the boys". I was always an outcast. as young as first grade, I remember even the teacher saw me as something other than a boy. she said "they boys in this class are way too loud" and when I said I wasn't talking, she said "oh not you, I was referring to the Boys". the few friends I had treated me differently than the other boys at school. I was constantly told I wasn't allowed to enjoy something or participate in an activity because it wasn't for me. I was excluded by boys and girls my age.

I was called a faggot in 2nd grade. at that time I didn't even know what being gay was. it certainly wasn't talked about the same as it is today, and definitely wasn't mentioned to 8 year olds. but I remember it, as clear as day. Marcus called me a faggot because I committed the unforgivable homosexual crime of wearing velcro shoes. I didn't even know it was supposed to be bad at first. when I told a teacher "Marcus said my shoes make me a faggot. what does that mean?" they wouldn't tell me, and instead said I should learn to tie my laces.

I went to a small catholic middle school. there were 18 kids in the entirety of 6th grade. I don't know why or how, but most of them found some aspect of my personality to hate and use against me. "you like Nintendo games? you draw anime? you play with Legos? you don't like basketball? you answered a question in class too quickly? you've never had a girlfriend? your uniform is a handmedown? well then you're just a faggot. a downey (a nickname they had for people with down syndrome). a pussyboy. a cocksucker. a retard. an n word (I was white, and so was everyone else in my grade, so this one made the least sense).

I told my dad that I was being bullied because I didn't play basketball. instead of defending me, calling the school, teaching me strategies to deal with bullying, or even just showing an ounce of support... he taught me how to fight and forced me to sign up for basketball. I played basketball for all three years of middle school. jv in 6th grade, varsity in 7 and 8th. I sucked. I scored maybe 20 points in all my games throughout the entirety of three years. I was the shortest player, not athletic at all, had terrible hand-eye coordination, and just outright sucked. I wanted to quit every single day. I skipped going to practice and hid in the bathroom. I never felt like I was part of the team. they always excluded me. the coach gave me about five minutes of game time out of pity, only at the end of a game and only if we were losing terribly. every other time I was on the bench the entire game. not that I cared. I'd rather not play at all.

I got a girlfriend in 7th grade mainly out of peer pressure. there was a girl I liked in the 6th grade, who I'm just gonna call P for privacy reasons. me and P were really close friends. we liked the same video games and youtubers and shows and music and art. she was super creative and funny. although neither of us knew why, she was bullied as much as I was. looking back, we both had severe undiagnosed autism and adhd. I never really liked her romantically though. I thought she was nice and really wanted to hang out with her and I even kissed her a couple times. but I really wasn't interested in women at the time. when I told her, we had a huge break up that summer, they told everyone I cheated on them, and we didn't talk at all for most of my 8th grade. eventually we got back together, and were friends in high school. it seems really mean to say that the only reason I dated her was to stop people from calling me gay. but it was part of the reason why I did date her.

I was in chorus in middle school. I was a pretty good singer and had a nice range. I was always bullied because of it, but I didn't care. chorus met every month at one of the catholic high schools. it was a big meeting of people from all the catholic schools in the county. and at the end of the year there was a big performance. it was the one thing about catholic school I actually honestly enjoyed.

there was one kid who was probably the biggest bully. Jacob was the only person shorter than me, and was probably bullied just as bad as I was when he was back in 5th grade before I arrived. and he took out all his anger on me. constantly picking on me, punching me, slapping me. he used to sit behind me on the bus and poke my head. I tried to move seats and change busses. but nothing worked. one day, I was fed up. I used my father's advice and slapped him in the face. not hard, but enough to say "stop fucking with me".

Jacob ran home crying. he told his parents, and his parents called the school, and the school called my parents. I was suspended for a week, because I lightly slapped a bully in the face after he repeated punched me and called me a retarded faggot pussyboy. even though I told teachers and parents multiple times that Jacob was a problem, no one cared until he started crying.

I was forced to write a handwritten apology to him. I fell behind after being out of school for a week. I was forced to quit chorus. I had to call my grandma, who was dying with cancer at the time, that I wouldn't be at the chorus concert she had been looking forward to all year.

I attempted suicide twice. once by cutting, once by hanging. I felt like shit. I felt like no one, not even my own parents, cared about me. I had no idea what was wrong with me. after one of my teachers got aggressive with me and pulled my arm too hard, I tried to run away from home. I was too afraid to tell them what happened, because either they wouldn't believe me, or I'd get in trouble for being a victim of abuse. to this day, I've never told my parents that one of my teacher's grabbed me. but I do know that the particular person in question is no longer a teacher, and also probably dead too.

I went to a public high school. not too many people from middle school went to the same high school, but a few did. namely P and Jacob. freshman year was rough. I took chorus class, but did really badly in my other classes. I didn't realize it at the time, but I had major major major depression. near the end of that year, my mom took my to a psychiatrist. they prescribed me vyvanse and lexipro. at first I didn't want to take any pills. I had the horrible idea in my head that they would change me and make me a different person. but eventually I did start taking them. my suicidal thoughts went away, my grades improved, and I started making more friends.

sophomore year was much better. I hung out with P and friends from chorus a lot. I took an art class with the best teacher ever. I started to explore my sexuality since I finally had a support system. I became more active on tumblr and remade my blog which I still have to this day.

about halfway through the year, there was a school shooting. it happened right in front of my art classroom. I saw someone get shot and fall to the floor. as our class hid, hearing the paramedics desperately try to save a girl from being shot through her skull, and armed cops storm the halls, I cried and wondered how this could happen, and why it was happening to us. because someone was shot right in front of our classroom, they had to clean up the hallway before we were allowed to evacuate. eventually we were moved to a different room, but not before being escorted by a tile floor stained red with blood. I found out that a classmate of mine, J, was shot in the head and was in the hospital in critical condition. another boy was shot in the leg and injured. and the shooter killed himself. I held out hope that J would survive. when I heard that she was taken off life support, I stopped taking my pills, and regressed back into depression.

school was canceled for about a month after that. everyone was hurt. our entire class was given therapy. I spent years trying to get the image of a dead body out of my head. I looked for support everywhere I could. I was active on a social media platform called google plus at the time, which was like if reddit and 4chan had a baby, and that baby was a website populated by 13 year olds who made an account to comment on youtube videos and decided "you know what? what the hell. I'll use this". it was absolute hell. when I talked about my experience and survivor's guilt, I was bullied and harassed and called a liar and told to kill myself for trying to "take away people's guns".

eventually, I met a friend in my Spanish class. his name was T. and he helped me through a super rough time in my life. we were close, both identified as pansexual, liked the same video games, and both used tumblr. we soon started dating, and he helped me learn more about transgender people. it was at this time I started to identify as nonbinary. no one treated me like I was a boy, so why should I be bothered to identify as one? this was so freeing. I felt like a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders.

I started going to my local PFLAG meetings and talking about my experience with others. meeting other queer people, both in school and out of school, helped me feel... normal.

junior year was healing for me. I started driving lessons, took chorus again, took an art class with T, and spent more time with him. eventually, I started to realize that being nonbinary wasn't right for me. I wondered if I could identify as a trans woman, but felt I didn't deserve to. I didn't want to play into the autogynophile myth, and I felt like wanting to be a woman was something that other people deserved but not me. being online during the rise of jkr's hate movement against trans people did not help at all. but with tons of love and support, T helped me, and I started publicly using she/her pronouns at school.

I told my mom, and I'll always remember the day I came out to her, Feb 7th 2019. the day I started living. she started taking me to her woman's group therapy, and there I spoke with a therapist who diagnosed me with gender dysphoria and recommended I start hormones as soon as possible. I was put on a wait list, but had no idea what the time frame would be like.

coming out to my dad was worse. he was cutting fish on the back of his truck with a huge knife. I told him "hey, the reason my is taking me to her therapy sessions. it's because I think I might be a woman. I think I'm transgender." and after a pause, I told him "I'm sorry" before running inside and crying. for the briefest of moments, I was worried he would hurt me with the knife. I know now that he would never do such a thing. but I at the time I was scared of him and how he would react.

that summer, me and T broke up since they were going away for college, but we remained friends. it was also around this time where I started to learn a bit about kink and s&m. I also changed my blog name to daughter-of-sapph0 at this time I'm pretty sure.

summer ending quickly, and I started senior year. I was dual enrollment, which meant I took high school classes in the morning and courses at community college in the afternoon. I had some amazing high school teachers, but was unfortunately stuck with Jacob for two of my four classes. I also took sociology and art courses at college. I was starting to feel better about myself. it was around this time that I started looking into Judaism as a religion, and considered converting.

around the end of 2019, I was pretty active online. I had a decent presence on twitter, mostly in telling transphobes and nazis to kill themselves. my main claim to fame is calling Graham Lineham a sad pathetic wet fart who spends his time jerking off to tranny porn and then going on twitter and saying we deserve to die. he replied to me directly and called me a groomer, despite me being 17 at the time. I pointed that out, and asked him if calling minors "pedophiles" on twitter is why his wife left him, only to be blocked by him immediately after. that was honestly my proudest moment ever.

it was also around this time that I made the worst mistake of my life. I posted a selfie on a lesbian subreddit, and received a few positive comments, mainly from other trans lesbians. and then I had my first ever stalker. this person harassed me everywhere. I complained to the mods, but all they could do was ban them from the subreddit. they somehow managed to find my tumblr, and then my twitter. they made multiple accounts and sent me rape and doxx threats daily. I tried reporting them everywhere I went. when I spoke out and went public about my abuse and stalking and harassment and rape threats, they called me a liar and started a smear campaign against me on twitter. I went pretty inactive on tumblr, completely remade my twitter, and never touched reddit again. eventually, the harassment slowed down.

I had been out as a woman for about a year now. the misgendering and harassment at school was infrequent, but manageable (okay that's a lie). but I do have one positive memory. me and a few other seniors had permission to drive to school. one of those seniors was Jacob. and he drives like a fucking asshole. him and his friend both drive at the exact same speed on the only two lane road, making it impossible for me to pass. one day I tried to pass my driving in the median, only for them to speed up. I needed to get up to like 80mph before I was able to safely pass one of them. the other one quickly sped up and passed me. as the road changed to one lane, I was trapped between them, as one of them constantly break checked me and the other tailgated me. after I got home safely, I got both their plates and reported them for irresponsible and reckless driving. idk if anything came of it. but the next day I asked Jacob's friend if he drives a red truck because his driving sucks. he said he didn't, some other short white boy did. I said "oh sorry. you two look exactly the same, so I can't tell you apart" and he came up with the incredible comeback "you look like a girl", to which I responded "yes, thank you for noticing." this was honestly the proudest moment of my life.

the second half of my senior year was going pretty well. really the only things that could ruin it are a spike in transphobic violence, my stalker coming back to harass me even more, and a massive society-halting pandemic that puts everything on pause and ruins my dreams of college and sends me into a depressive spiral that I try desperately to heal through sex. good thing that wouldn't happen. right?!?

I'd write more, but I'm exhausted. it's late for me right now. I'm sorry for using this anon to traumadump and give my whole life story, but I feel it's important to share.

I have ptsd. I've struggled with trauma and depression and suicide my entire life. I've constantly been seen as lesser, unworthy, disgusting, horrible, wrong. sometimes it's big things like constant bullying or rape threats or someone trying to kill my while driving. other times is as simple as a single word.

I'll refrain from giving the 2020-2024 life story for right now. but I hope that reading this at least gives you a bit of insight into the trauma that I had to deal with growing up. and I'm one of the lucky ones. I have supportive parents and friends and therapy and hormones and basically everything I need to survive. and I still attempted suicide multiple times, I still have trauma, I still was harassed and threatened and stalked. imagine how much worse it is for other people who aren't as fortunate as me.

it's "just a word". if it's so small and meaningless, then you can just choose to not use it. it's not that hard. we're asking, begging, for the bare minimum level of respect here. and you can't even give us that.

[graciestudies]

Tuesday 24th September

maths (mechanics), maths (pure)

Today I woke up really late which wasn’t a good start to my day. Because of when I woke up, I had to skip breakfast to get to school on time and throughout my classes I was soooo hungry, my stomach was so loud. My first class of the day was maths, my maths classes are split into three sections: mechanics, statistics and pure.

Today I started off with mechanics where my teacher introduced me to SUVAT. For the most of the class she went over different examples so I could get used to the formulas involved as I have to memorise them all for the exam.

My second lesson today was also maths but this time it was pure. Here’s a definition for pure maths as i don’t know how to describe it:

In this class I went over differentiation and differentiation of the first principle. Because I wasn’t in last week, my teacher had to catch me up as everyone had learnt this last week and this was their practice 😕. I would say I caught up pretty quick. I’d already done this topic last year as I’d done an additional maths exam, which is basically where I did work a year higher than I was, but it was good for a refresh.

Today was a pretty short day so I was home by 13:00. I walked home with my friend and when I got home I could eat (finally!!!) I had avocado and egg on toast. I did a quick home workout and then changed into my pyjamas because I wasn’t planning on doing anything later since the weather is still pretty bad.

I decided to finish cleaning my room and I did!! I managed to clean it all and even polish too. I didn’t do any revision today because I was so caught up in cleaning. For dinner I had curry which was really nice and then I showered because it was 9 o’clock.

I was hoping to do some research for my welsh baccalaureate paper but I didn’t have enough time. I have a free period between lessons so I hope to do some then!!

I took a picture after organising my desk too so be nice because my editing is not very good yet

[give-grian-rights]

I joined an frc team

-GRABS YOU-

hello and welcome to the first day of the rest of your life . first robotics competition CHANGES YOUR BRAIN CHEMICALS

you want to survive? LETS DO THIS

1: NO MATTER WHAT try and stick it out. Get the grades, get the hours, get the permission to travel to at least ONE competition- especially one that stays in a hotel, since I know some teams will skip out on hotels for events close to them. I don't think ANYONE, in any scenario, should say "this isn't for me" until they go and experience one full event.

2: if you don't use deodorant YOU WILL BE EXECUTED . no matter what your job is, there is going to be at least ONE point throughout the day where you are shoulder-to-shoulder with someone . if theres a time to be self conscious its then . use Convention rules as reference

3:you will be tempted to fucking come out of the closet at least at one point . you do NOT KNOW how much it hurt to skip out on a cool write-your-own-pronouns pin because i refused to use she/her and wasn't comfortable writing any. proceed with caution as you see fit.

4: are you surprised by number four? YOU SHOULDNT BE the women. ohh the women are so pretty. my entire high school (aka: less than a year ago) was me being OUTRAGOUSLY STUPID whenever i saw a fem presenting person . oh my god. oh my god they are all so hot. and then those hot students become hot volunteers and alumni and the gay never leaves. there was a trans woman mentor at one competition she rocked we talked with her for like an hour

5: if your team. goes to far competitions. TAKE A BLANKET AND PILLOW. new kids sometimes do NOT get this memo. do it. get silly with it, to what your team permits. our team, being older than me myself, gave up . . most rules. involving the bus. for better or worse.

6: bring a hoodie. i dont care where you go. bring not just a blanket, but a hoodie. so worse comes to worse you can put it on the floor and sleep. that was a fun 8 hour bus ride.

7: if you have a remotely decent team. you will be killed on site if you cuss at a competition. one kid's "bad" or immature behavior can lead to your entire team being disqualified to any award not related to robot performance.

8: LEARN HOW TO EAT AT LEAST ONE BASIC FOOD. this one might be silly but it could've killed me (dramatic). eat pizza. even if you have to take off the cheese just. figure out a way its worth it. FIND SOMETHING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST. at least one breakfast food, for if you're at a hotel that serves you. experiment a little. find something that works for you.

9: exercise what free stuff you take with caution . i have probably ten-fifteen pounds of buttons and pins, and i do not. genuinely do not. think thats an exaggeration.

10: headphones . soft, subtle earbuds. battery packs. and a BACKPACK. my senior year, i composed myself of:

fanny pack, attached to it my wallet which had a buckle, so i could easily access my money. a change purse also attachable, so i have somewhere for coins obviously.

reusable, collapsing drinking cup

a folded up draw-string bag, for hoodies, or eccentric amount of free stuff

one to two battery packs with a charger. if you have friends (or want to make some), consider having other types of chargers too!

wall outlet plug, incase i need to charge at a venue

miniature hairbrush

hand sanitizer

gum. a great way to make friends

a folded up sandwich bag with various medicines, and a piece of paper that describe which each medicine is (ibuprofen, anxiety meds, etc).

i genuinely considered wearing two fannypacks at the same time. also, tying your hoodie around your waist for extra storage works too.

AND MY PERSONAL FAVORITE HACK:

tampon box . your venue bans outside food or drink? tampon box with pads and tampons on top. contraband inside. almost NEVER looks. better to put it with team stuff like scouting equipment and spirit gear but a worthy inclusion. Same goes for if you have a backpack with pockets!

put food/drinks at the bottom, menstrual products on top. doesn't matter what you present as. lie. say your girlfriend needed it since she doesn't carry a bag with her to competitions. putting SOFT STUFF that mumbles wrappers crinkling also helps, like an extra hoodie. though I personally wouldn't matter to much about that, since competitions are LOUD especially when you're entering the venue when the doors first open.

a lot of the time though, security aren't too bothered. especially if you dont make it obvious.

this is my first robotics season as a college student. i don't like my team enough to go back, but god. god do i fucking love this program.

[dudadragneel]

- okay so I saw you wanted ideas for both high school and for at work, so here’s my idea for a high school AU: character A thinks that their just feeling sick because of nerves before an exam but character B suspects otherwise and keeps an eye on them. Soon discovering that it wasn’t “just nerves” and they’re actually sick and need to go home. Character B goes home with them but character A’s parents aren’t home so they have to take care of them until they DO get home & explain to them what happened at school since character A is still kinda out of it.

I'm reposting this since 🧶 showed me what tags to use! Thank you!

This wasn't a request but this anon gave their ideas and I worked around them so I thought it would be best to credit them 😊

Hoep you'll enjoy!

HIGH SCHOOL A.U

High school was never easy on anyone, it was stressful all year long and especially stressful during midterms. They made even the most successful students nervous. There was no escape.

They were midterm week and that meant, studying all day, no going out, no game, nothing, just complete focus.

Today was the start of the midterms, and Felix's day started stressful from the get-go. While still laying in bed he felt a weird sensation lingering in his stomach, bothering enough for him to consider skipping class.

But he knew that not taking/doing the test on the exact day resulted in doing another harder one later. For someone who just wanted to be free from these midterms, that was not an option.

He decided to get up and sat on the edge of his bed trying to understand what he was feeling. Nausea, nerves? The only thing he could think was "Great, we started like this from the get-go"

He made his way to the bathroom and looked at himsel in the mirror, his complexion looked good, so he discarded the option of him being actually sick. He brushed his teeth and washed his face, trying to fully awaken before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.

He didn't want to eat but at the same time, he knew his mom wouldn't let him go to school on an empty stomach.

- Good morning, Mom.

- Good morning, dear. Sit down, I made you breakfast.

- Thanks, mom.

He decided to eat as he felt like it would be worse to deal with the nausea while also fighting an empty stomach-related pain. But unlike the other days, he ate less than normal.

- Oh dear, are you okay? You didn't finish your breakfast...

- I'm good, mom. I'm just not that hungry.

- Are you nervous, my love?

- Kind of.

- Oh sweetie. You're going to do good on the exam, don't worry. You studied hard.

- Thanks, Mom.

- Here. Your lunch. I made your favorite.

- Thanks. I'm off now. See you later.

He kissed her on the cheeks and left his house.

The boy was part of a rather popular group in school, they were known for their looks and talents. They would usually meet on their way to school and arrive there together.

Chan, the oldest one, lived close to Felix so they always met first and on their way, the others would pop up and join the group.

Felix loved walking to school, but today he was loathing that idea. But his parents and sibling all had work to do so they left a little earlier than him, so no rides today.

He met with Chan after about 10 minutes of walking and the older boy immediately noticed something wrong with the boy.

- Good morning, mate.

- Good morning, hyung.

- Hey, you okay Felix?

- Hm? Yes. I think it's just nerves.

- About today's exam?

- Yeah.

- You'll do good.

- I hope so.

For some reason, Chan believed that something else was going on, it wasn't just nerves so he decided to keep an eye on him throughout the day.

On their way, they met with Hyunjin, Han, Changbin, Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin, and it was safe to say they were a pile of nerves because of the midterms.

The exams were going to happen in the afternoon, after lunch. And that meant Felix would have to sit through an entire morning of classes before getting rid of this god-forsaken exam. And to add to his misery of feeling nauseous due to nerves, they had gym class as well.

"Shit, this is going to be a long day," he thought to himself letting out a long sigh.

- Why did you sigh?

- I already feel defeated...

- Oh come on. It's just an exam, it's not the end of the world.

Han said giving a tap on the shoulder.

Felix went ahead because he wanted to study a little more before class started, so Chan took the opportunity and called the others back before they went to class.

- Hey, all 5 of you, since you're in the same class, I want to ask a favor of you.

- What is it, hyung?

- Keep an eye on Felix, I don't think he's okay.

- I noticed that too.

Hyunjin said.

- Don't worry hyung, we'll take care of him.

- If anything happens during class, text me and Minho, okay?

- Yes.

Chan and Minho were the oldest of the group and were in the same class, while the others were together in another class.

After about 20 minutes, the bell rang signaling the start of the day for the students. Throughout the first period, Felix tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but his mind only paid attention to how they had a test in a few hours, how before that they had gym class, and how his stomach wasn't giving him a break.

Han, having anxiety himself, knew the signs of someone anxious and he noticed how Felix's leg wouldn't stop shaking. He turned to Felix and mouthed

- Are you okay?

Felix just nodded back.

Han knew something was wrong, just like the others knew as well but he couldn't say anything during class. After the first period, they had a small break before the other class so the boys gathered around Felix.

Han put a hand on Felix's shaking leg.

- Hey, you're okay. Don't be nervous. You'll do well!

- Thanks...but it's not that...I feel strange...

- Strange how?

- I don't really know...I feel kind of nauseous...

- Do you think you're gonna be sick?

- No. It's just bothering me...can you just keep talking to me? It helps me get distracted and relax.

- Sure! Oh! Do you want to listen to the demo of the new song I'm working on?

- Yes!

They were known in the school for being extremely talented and they loved producing music.

Funny enough, Han's newly produced music was just what Felix needed to hear at that moment, even though there was no singing or rapping, the rhythm and beat were soothing and helped Felix relax a bit.

- Woah, it's really good!

- Glad you liked it! Maybe we can work on it after our midterms are done!

- Sure.

After a while, the second class started and Felix managed to sit through this one a little bit better. However, their next class was going to test the limits of his body, gym class.

Even though they were in separate classes, their gym class reunited a few classes, so all 8 of them would be together.

In a way, they were good at sports, and they did enjoy it, but today that one class was Felix's worst nightmare.

He had been feeling queasy all morning and running and jumping right now was definitely not the best idea. And on top of that, the weather was rather hot.

They had to run a few laps around the field before beginning a football match, and the boys were worried about him.

He did manage to take part in most of the class until the teacher gave them a break.

They all gathered in the shadow to catch their breaths and drink some water.

- Woah! It's too hot!

Some of them were spraying water on their heads, others were sitting down.

Felix was just standing with his hands on his waist, almost like Hyunjin's iconic pose. He was breathing rather erratically, his heart felt like it was still running on its own and his throat was dry.

- Here, Felix!

Chan said handing him a bottle of cold water.

- Thanks, hyung.

He gratefully accepted the water and took a small sip, but he was too thirsty, so he almost gulped down the entire bottle.

At first, he felt like he'd just been rescued from the desert but then reality hit.

He had just gulped down an entire bottle of water, on a queasy stomach, just before going back to the field.

He felt his stomach contract a little and bent down, hands on his knees for support, and his head ducked down.

- Hey, you okay?

Changbin said going over to his side, everyone was worried about him.

- Oi? I'm fine. Just tired, it's too hot.

Changbin and the boys decided not to insist on asking him if he was okay and just took his word for it. Even though they all knew something was wrong from the moment they met him early that morning.

They went back to the field and started the last part of their football match, and Felix was already regretting drinking that bottle of water even before he began running again.

Every step, every run, made his stomach flip over and over again, and the weather wasn't helping one bit.

He did manage to score a goal but he just kept feeling worse and worse. He bent over a few times to catch his breath and try to calm down and then continue. He did not want to leave the field out of the blue and catch everyone's attention, so he did his best to go through that torture.

Finally, the match ended and they won. All the boys gathered again one last time before going back to their classrooms and that's when things started to take a turn for the worst.

Felix leaned against the wall in the shadow with the others and felt his stomach flips again.

He felt it bubbling and sloshing its contents around, he tried to close his eyes and take a deep breath. But it wasn't working, he was already sweating from the exercise but now it was more like a cold sweat.

He was certain something was creeping up his throat and on top of that he was starting to feel lightheaded.

He attempted to close his eyes and breathe once again, but the nausea kept growing stronger.

Felix's mouth started to pool with saliva and he started to swallow convulsively, trying to keep everything in and not surprise anyone.

He did manage to control the situation but he was now twice as dizzy as he was before.

He felt the strength be sucked away from his legs and swayed a bit, catching all the boy's attention.

- Felix?

Chan said worryingly and quickly getting to his side. Being the oldest of the group he always took care of the younger ones.

He was quick to support Felix before the boy fell to the ground, and helped him down.

- Hey, easy. It's okay.

Felix couldn't even look up properly.

- What are you feeling?

Hyunjin asked kneeling next to him.

- I feel lightheaded and have cold sweats...

- You do look pale right now.

- I feel like I'm about to pass out...

- Lay down.

Felix did what Chan told him to do and he was glad that the nausea had gone away for a while, otherwise laying down would be the worst idea. 

Chan instructed that one of the boys held his legs up and the other put a cold water bottle on his forehead and his neck, as it should help with the heat and the low blood pressure.

Han called Chan to the side to talk to him without Felix listening.

- Hyung.

- What is it?

- He is not okay. Earlier in class his leg wouldn't stop shaking and he said he was feeling nauseous.

- Did he get sick?

- No. He just told us to keep talking to him and eventually, he calmed down.

- But now, gym class just made everything worse.

After a few minutes of the boys taking care of him, his face regained color and he was no longer feeling lightheaded.

- How are you feeling?

- better, I'm not dizzy any more.

- Great.

- Let's sit but take it slow, alright? Harsh movements will just make you feel dizzy again.

Minho helped Felix sit up but even if the movement was as smooth as he could manage, it still made his stomach's content slosh around.

It started gurgling and he felt liquid coming up his chest and his mouth pooling with saliva again.

He just stood there quietly while one of the boys massaged his nape with a cold wet cloth.

He appreciated the gesture but his stomach decided to make him suffer. It suddenly contracted and the nausea build up even more. He tried to keep it down by swallowing convulsively but it didn't work. He felt something creeping up his throat and he wanted to get out of there.

He tugged on Minho's jacket sleeve and didn't even look up, and just put his other hand on his stomach.

The older one immediately understood the signal, helped Felix to his feet, and wrapped his arm around his waist to support him.

- I'll go with him.

Felix gagged and swayed forward, and he would've fallen if Minho wasn't there supporting him.

The boys wanted to follow along but Chan told them not to because sometimes too many people around will only make one even more nervous, and he knew Felix would start to feel guilty for worrying them.

Minho guided Felix to the restroom and entered one of the stalls with his dongsaeng.

Felix bent over the toilet, hands grabbing the edges while Minho locked the door behind them. He put his hand on Felix's back and bent down to Felix's point of view.

- Are you okay?

Minho asked gently, a tone he used mostly with Felix.

- No... I've been feeling off since I woke up...

- We noticed.

- I'm sorry...

- No no no, it's okay.

Minho reassured him patting his head.

Felix's stomach kept bubbling and gurgling but he didn't feel like he was going to throw up. He kept his mouth open, only saliva coming out.

Minho started to rub his back up and down, trying to comfort his dongsaeng.

Felix gagged a few times but nothing came up, only thick saliva. He cursed under his breath because he still felt nauseous and he thought that if he threw up, he would feel better after.

- Felix, don't force it. You're gonna hurt your throat. Straighten your back and take deep breaths.

Minho helped him calm down before exiting the stall.

- Rinse your mouth and let's go, we still have one class and lunch before our exam.

- I wish I could do this exam now...

- me too. Let's go.

Minho walked out of the bathroom supporting Felix, because he knew the boy was still feeling unwell.

They met with the other 6 outside the bathroom, with worried expressions. Felix was already feeling bad and seeing his friends worried about him made him feel even worse.

- I'm okay.

He said firmly, no one believed it but they wouldn't contradict him and worsen the situation.

- Let's go back to class. See you later, Chan-hyung, Minho-hyung.

Changbin said wrapping his arm around Felix and walking with the other four to their classes.

As soon as the boys left, Chan turned to Minho and they made their way to their class as well.

- What happened in there?

- He felt sick but he couldn't throw up. Nothing came up.

- Shit. And we still have one class, lunch, and an exam.

- Yeah. What do we do?

- Let's see if we'll change classes for the exam and if we do, we keep an eye on him. If not, the other ones will be there if anything happens.

- I hope he will be okay.

The bell rang signaling the start of the last class before lunch. And Felix just sat through it, reading his notes for the exam and trying to ignore the fact that he still had to eat before doing that exam and going home.

Lunchtime arrived faster than he weirdly wished.

They all gathered in the school cafeteria, a place Felix was loathing right now because there was too much noise and the worst, food smells.

He had to eat but everything was making his stomach turn, he just buried his head in his hands sighing.

They all looked up at him, worried.

- Hey, Felix, are you okay?

- No...

They knew it was serious when he admitted. No one in the group used to admit to feeling unwell, so when they actually did, everyone should be concerned.

- What are you feeling?

- I feel weird...like, there's something lingering around in my stomach...

- Did you eat anything weird last night or this morning?

- No. I guess it's just nerves.

- Relax man, you'll do great. And it's not the end of the world. It's just an exam. Don't worry about it.

- I'll try to. Ugh-

He grimaced when his nose caught a strong scent of food, making his stomach turn again.

- Hey, Felix. Let's go eat outside, okay? We can see you're not feeling comfortable.

- Sorry, guys.

- Don't worry. Let's go.

They all decided to eat outside, under the shadow cast by the tree. There was a nice breeze and it helped Felix relax a bit, to the point where he managed to eat a little.

Lunchtime was over, much to Felix's happiness and despair. One because he didn't have to endure the smell of food anymore, and two because now there was no escaping the exam.

In their school, the students switched classes for the exam to prevent them from cheating.

This time, Minho and Chan were in the same class as Felix, while the others were in another one.

Felix read his notes for the last time before putting them in his bag and taking a deep breath in. All four of them looked at each other and wished good luck before the papers were handed out to them.

The exam wasn't difficult but it wasn't easy, they had to study but nothing that Felix needed to be afraid of or nervous about.

He started answering the questions, and at the beginning, he thought it was easy and that he didn't need to get anxious about it. And the nausea was gone, so he thought it was definitely just nerves.

But, as he continued to answer the exam, he felt this weird pressure between his eyes, as if he was dizzy but not really. He squeezed them shut to see if the weird sensation would go away. It did for a while but as he looked at the paper the letters started to get blurry and doubled, he squeezed his eyes again and looked up before returning his attention to the questions.

But what he thought were just nerves, were turning out to be something else. He felt cold sweat form at the back of his neck and trail down his back. His stomach started to act funny as well.

He tried his best to keep his attention on the questions before him, as he thought that being done with it he'd feel better and finally could go home.

However, things took a turn for the worst.

He felt his heartbeat increase and he broke in cold sweat, he couldn't pay attention to anything now. All the letters in front of him were completely blurred and doubled and he wasn't sure what was written or what he had answered.

His stomach started to do flips and he tried to make that horrible sensation go away. But the nausea just increased, he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white and started swallowing convulsively, as he felt something creeping up his chest.

By now, Chan and Minho had already noticed their dongsaeng's distress. They kept exchanging worried glances and keeping an eye out for Felix.

The young boy tried his best to get everything under control, he wanted to believe it was just nerves, but his body was telling him in every way possible that it wasn't.

He kept swallowing until his mouth became numb and for a brief moment the nausea seemed to be gone, only for him to focus back on the exam in front of him and it returned even stronger, and now he wouldn't be able to hold it.

He covered his mouth with his hand as he dropped the pen and ran out of the classroom, startling everyone.

The older boys looked at each other before getting up from their seats and following Felix.

Felix managed to get to the bathroom just in time, he barely had the chance to close the door behind him as he threw up, vomit escaping from in between his fingers and hitting the edges of the toilet, thankfully none got on his shoes or uniform. He just bent over holding against the wall as another stream made its way out.

Chan and Minho, and arrived shortly after, just in time to hear their dongsaeng gagging and the sound of vomit hitting the toilet water.

Minho went inside the stall and placed his hand on Felix's back and started rubbing it.

- Hey, take it easy. We're right here.

Felix gagged again bringing even more vomit up, hurting his throat in the process.

- Hey, do you have your hair tie on you?

Felix just motioned that it was in his pocket, so Minho grabbed it and tied his hair in a ponytail to prevent vomit from getting on it.

He barely managed to finish tying his hair and Felix's stomach contracted with full force making his back arch painfully, him bending even further, as a strong thick stream came out. The texture of the food he'd just eaten coming back made him feel even more nauseous as his stomach sent even more food up, this time making Felix lose his balance.

- Woah! Easy, easy, I've got you.

Minho said wrapping his arms around Felix's waist and guiding him down. The young spit saliva and then straightened his back, taking a deep breath, as his stomach finally gave him a break.

- Hyung...

He whined, before leaning against Minho.

The older boys' hearts just shattered into pieces seeing their dongsaeng in this state.

- It's okay, Lix.

Chan said bending down next to him and giving him a little pat on the shoulder.

For a while things seemed to have quieted down, Felix just lay there in his hyung's embrace.

- Do you think you're done?

As if on cue, his stomach flipped making him gag and lurch forward.

- I guess that's a no.

Chan said as they helped the boy back to the toilet. Felix didn't even have time to think before gagging again and vomiting even more, it felt like he was expelling last night's dinner.

- You're really not okay, Felix

Felix tried catching his breath but his stomach sent even more content up his throat making him almost choke in the process.

- Hey, calm down, it's alright.

Minho said as he now proceeded to rub Felix's lower back to his shoulder.

The young boy felt comfort in his hyung's touch and presence but the motion also stimulated his stomach once again, forcing him to vomit one more time, this time making him red from the effort.

After this, he was left vomiting only bile and hurting his throat. And even though there seemed to be nothing else to vomit, his body just didn't want to give him a break, as he kept feeling nauseous and gagging unproductively.

- Felix, there's nothing else for you to throw up. You're just hurting your throat.

Minho flushed the toilet and helped Felix straighten his back.

- There, straighten your back and take deep breaths with us.

Both he and Chan guided Felix through controlled breaths until the boy felt a little calmer.

- Hyung...I feel awful

The poor young boy said whining and leaning towards his hyungs' embrace. He felt horrible, he just wanted to go home but at the same time he was angry with himself because not only he wouldn't be able to finish his exam but neither would the hyungs that were taking care of him.

- I'm sorry, hyung- Because of me you won't be able to finish the exam-

Felix said already sobbing.

- Stop it, Lix. It's just an exam! It's not the end of the world! You're more important!

- Hyung-

Felix was now fully crying, he felt bad for his hyungs and he felt physically bad as well. He couldn't stop crying so Chan and Minho both hugged him tightly, letting their dongsaeng calm down little by little.

- It's okay, Yongbok-ah. It's okay. Don't worry.

Chan said stroking the boy's head and then placing a soft kiss.

- Let's rinse your mouth, okay?

- Hmm

They helped Felix to the sink to rinse his mouth and gave him some water.

- I'll talk to the teachers and we'll go home okay? You need to rest and get well.

- Okay.

- let's go outside.

Chan left to talk to the teachers and Minho stayed with Felix.

- Hey, why didn't you tell us you weren't feeling well?

- I thought it was just nerves, I really did. But as I started the exam, instead of getting better it got worse. I'm sorry.

- Stop apologizing. It's not your fault.

After a few minutes, Chan got back with his and Felix's belongings.

- The teacher allowed us two to go home. Since we leave close to each other and his parents aren't home.

- Okay. I'll talk to the others when the exam is done.

- Alright. Oh, one more thing. The teacher allowed us three to take another exam later so we can guarantee our grades.

- oh! That's nice! See, Felix? Nothing to worry about.

Felix was so exhausted, he didn't even respond, he just wanted to go home and sleep the rest of the day.

- Hyung...can we go? I really don't feel good...

- Yes. Sorry. Let's go.

Chan pulled Felix closer to his embrace and walked out.

Their school wasn't that far from their houses but now, Felix felt as if they lived on the other side of the country and the sun in their heads wasn't helping.

Chan kept holding him the whole time, he offered a piggyback ride to Felix but the boy refused, he felt that maybe that would make him even more nauseous.

As they walked, the heat was starting to take its toll on Felix, it combined with his upset stomach and started to make the boy feel even worse.

He felt something creeping up his chest and his mouth started to pool with saliva, making him halt startling Chan.

- Felix? What's wrong?

Chan said bending a little to take a good look at his dongsaeng.

- Hyung- I think I'm gonna be sick again-

- Okay, calm down. Let's get you somewhere more private.

Chan guided Felix to a nearby alley where the boy could throw up without people staring at him.

Felix supported his weight with both hands on the wall and ducked his head down closing his eyes.

- It's okay, Felix. It's okay. Just let it out.

Chan said as he rubbed Felix's nape.

Felix spat out saliva as he tried to focus his attention on his hyung's touch.

He kept his head down, swallowing and squeezing his eyes as the nausea grew stronger. His stomach then contracted and sent hot liquid up his throat, his back arched making his head duck down even further as vomit came out hitting the ground with a sickening sound.

- That's it, let it out. You're doing good.

Chan said rubbing Felix's back as the young boy lurched forward one more time as another wave forced its way out, making him a little red and teary-eyed.

His stomach then left him vomiting bile as the nausea took its time to cease and give him a break. Chan kept rubbing his back throughout the process trying to make his dongsaeng a little more comfortable.

When Felix was done, Chan grabbed his water bottle from his backpack and handed it over to him.

- Here, rinse your mouth and try to take a small sip, just to relax your throat a bit.

Felix did as he was told, the water was still cold, so the sensation as he swallowed it felt indeed relaxing.

Chan took a good look at the sick young boy in front of him and noticed he looked pale yet flushed. He reached for Felix's forehead and it felt a little hot to the touch.

- I think you're developing a fever, Felix.

Felix's had enough of trying to stay strong and just broke down.

- Hyung, it hurts.

He said as he started crying.

Chan's heart was clenching seeing his domgsaeng suffering like this, if he could, he'd take everything Felix was feeling for him.

He pulled the boy into his embrace and Felix let himself sink into his hyung's arms.

- I'm right here. Hyung is right here. I've got you. Let's go home. Can you walk?

- Hm

Felix just nodded no so Chan proceeded to give him a piggyback ride back home. He walked as smoothly as possible, not wanting to upset his dongsaeng's stomach any further.

Felix dozed off on the way and within minutes, he was finally home.

Chan carefully sat him down on the couch and then went to the kitchen to get the boy some more water.

- Hey, Lix, do you have antiemetics here?

- Yeah...it should be in the cabinet.

- Okay. I'll go get it.

Chan got the pill and handed it to Felix, thankfully it was a gel one, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to swallow it. He gagged when he swallowed but managed to keep it down.

- I'm okay.

He said putting his hand up and giving the glass back to Chan.

- Do you think you can shower right now? You'll feel more comfortable after.

- I think so.

- Leave the door ajar, just in case. If you start to feel funny, call me okay? I'll be right outside.

- Okay, thanks hyung.

While Felix took his shower, Chan called his mom to tell her what happened.

- Oh, hello Mom!

- Oh, Chan, hello!

- How are you?

- I'm okay, and you?

- I'm fine. Mom, I called you because Felix got sick at school.

- Oh my! Really? What happened?

- We had an exam today and he thought he was just anxious but he ended up throwing up.

- Oh my god! He was acting weird before leaving this morning, he barely ate breakfast...

- We noticed something was wrong when we met, so we kept an eye out during the day.

- How is he right now?

- We're home, he is taking a shower. I'm here with him.

- Thank you so much, Chan! We'll be home in a while, make yourself comfortable.

- Okay, thank you, mom.

As the call ended, Felix got out of the shower to meet Chan.

- Was that my mom?

- Yeah. She said she will be home soon.

Felix was feeling relieved he was home and had his hyung with him and the shower thankfully relaxed him, maybe a little too much.

- Hyung...can we sit? I feel dizzy...

- Oh, sure. Come on.

Said wrapped his arm around Felix's waist guiding him to his bedroom.

- There we go. Feeling better?

- A little. I feel tired, hyung.

- Try to get some sleep. I'm right here, I won't go anywhere.

With Chan's reassuring words, Felix lay down on his bed while the older covered him with a light blanket because of the heat. He quickly left the bedroom to get a bucket, just in case, and returned.

- Hyung...

Felix whined which Chan understood as a sign that the boy needed more comfort.

He sat down beside the bed and started patting Felix's back lightly to help the young boy fall asleep.

- Hyung, can I hold your hand?

- Sure.

Chan said grabbing Felix's hand, he knew that would make the sick boy feel better.

- You can sleep now. Hyung's right here.

- Thank you, hyung.

Felix fell asleep within minutes, as Chan continued to pat his back.

As time passed, Chan also grew tired and ended up asleep as well.

After a few hours, Felix's parents came back to find both boys fast asleep in the bedroom, a sight that they'll never forget. They were more than grateful that Felix found so many good people and such a caring hyung.

They knew nothing would happen to their son since Chan was always with him.

[purplesurveys]

1937

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's? I've worked with people who were in the company corporately because McDonald's has been one of the brands I've handled. As service crew, though, I don't think so.

What are your plans for next weekend? Shutting myself out of work and likely playing tons of Rhythm Hive. It's gonna be a long weekend for All Saints/Souls Day so I'm pretty stoked; we're out of work from Thursday afternoon til Sunday.

Do you know anyone who plays heaps of sports? Sure. I handle a couple of sports-centric brands, so I've encountered individuals who have a major passion in sports and do like 10 of them.

Have you ever been suspended from school? Nope.

When was the last time you had chocolate? Ooh, hard to recall; I rarely have chocolate on its own as I find it too sweet...I did have chocolate biscuits a week ago, if that also counts.

Have you ever been to a sports game? Sure. Usually pro wrestling shows or collegiate games; I've never had an interest in the professional leagues.

If so, what sport did you see? The last I watched were two games simultaneously happening at UP, actually. I was with Andi – we watched a women's softball game first between UP and Adamson; the second one we sat at was Ateneo and UST for women's football.

Have you used a sewing machine before? Yes, we were taught how to in like Grade 6 home economics. I never learned how to pick it up and I remember not turning in a final project because I was too shy to ask for help even until the deadline.

When was the last time you had a snow day? Continued from Sunday. I can't relate.

Have you ever gotten in trouble for using a phone in class? No. During my time in high school, gadgets weren't allowed yet. Then in college, profs didn't care if you used your phone while in class.

Where do your cousins live? Oh dude we're spread out. I can't even tell you where most of my cousins would be because literally, we're all just spread out. Not just in the Philippines but like in the US, Canada, Australia as well. I also have a couple ones in New Zealand and probably around Europe too.

Have you met any of your second cousins? Yes. I'm close with one set of second cousins, but that's it. I'm pretty sure I haven't even met all of them, too, because my parents (especially my mom!!) have a ton of cousins.

Do you like the All-American Rejects? Not really. I liked Gives You Hell but that's literally it.

Is your computer slow or fast? It's on the slower side now. I've had this since 2017 and I used it throughout my college life + my first year of work, but I'm not and probably will not be in a rush to replace it anytime soon because I only ever use this personal laptop for surveys.

What colour shirt are you wearing? It's olive green.

Have you ever faked sick to get out of something? Sure. I did it just two weeks ago when I said I had food poisoning just to avoid the company Halloween party.

If so, how did you do it? I just said I had food poisoning and will be passing on the party. I've had my fair share of legit food poisoning experiences in the past, so I know it wouldn't seem 'out of the blue' or fake to my teammates.

Have you ever been ice skating? I have. I did it a lot as a kid – I wasn't good or athletic at it, certainly couldn't do spins or flips and such...but I was decent at balancing and gliding. And that alone felt very freeing for me, so I loved doing it.

Who do you sit near in math? I can't remember details like that anymore, lmao.

Have you ever had Werther's Original butterscotch toffee? I've never even heard of that.

When was the last time you wore a skirt? College, so circa 2016-2019 when denim skirts were a thing.

Have you seen all the Shrek movies? Just Shrek 2. The other three I didn't find nearly as interesting.

Have you ever fainted? Yeah, I'm a fainter.

What did you have for breakfast? Skipped it as always.

When was the last time you went on vacation? June, in Vietnam.

Have you ever had to sit next to some smelly random person on a bus? No.

Do you have any pets other than dogs or cats? Nope.

What colour is your bed sheet? Brown.

Do you have a job? Yeah.

If so, where and what does it consist of doing? I work from home. Public relations. Don't wanna get into it now.

Do you know anyone with the surname Matheson? No, I don't.

Tell me about the posters you have on your walls. I don't have anything up.

Are you the type of person who gets injuries often? No, but I will say my left ankle for some reason is particularly vulnerable. I've already sprained it twice haha, the last time was two years ago on my birthday weekend.

Have you ever finished a whole video game? No. It's one of my biggest annoyances in life, lmao. I've always wanted to achieve this at least once, but I always eventually get stuck at some stage/mission.

If so, which one(s)?

Are your siblings allergic to anything? They aren't.

Tell me about a funny TV ad you've seen. Not a TVC but Lola Nena's had a hilarious streak of digital ads. My favorite one was the elderly staff talking about their doughnuts with a green screen background of a car backing up to her. It's supposed to make you think the car would run her over, only for you to realize it's just a background video.

What time is it? 11:45 PM.

Do you know anyone with a pet snake? I don't think so.

Do you own a purple hoodie or sweatshirt? Neither, but I do have a purple crocheted cardigan.

When did you last stay home from school? I'll use work as my answer here – two weeks ago, as mentioned.

^ What was the reason? They were holding the company Halloween party and I really wasn't feeling up to it mentally. They had a fashion runway portion in the program which alone was enough to make me feel a little sick, so I just faked having food poisoning so I could miss out.

Has your house ever had a pest infestation? Termites, yes.

Do you have any bad habits? Yes.

Can you speak French? I'll recognize a few words or phrases but wouldn't able to last five seconds in a conversation.

Which one of your friends has great music taste? Andi.

What can you smell right now? The air coming from the aircon.

What was the last movie you watched? Markova: Comfort Gay. Fucking terrific film. I hate that it took me this long to watch it.

What was the last CD you bought? Jin's album, Happy.

Was it a digital copy or old school? Old-school.

What will you do after this? I wanna do another one.

[storytimewithnova]

Family day with semiMiya (day in the life)

When shona and semi were in high school they were known too each but they never met not properly they didn't even talk after they both graduated and went to the same college Artemis College that is where the feels blossomed Shona ran a Radio show called Lonely Hearts FM and semi her crush was a frequent call till one day she decided to risk very to tell him her feelings After that they ran Lonely Hearts FM together

Time skip ⏭ to the present they are still together wirh a family

Semi Eita and Miya Shona have been together since Shona's first year Eita's second year of college they have been though the good the bad and they have definitely seen the ugly together

After they graduated semi started to work with his band full time shona went into further education by going to Pre-med school Half way through her 2nd year of college Shona got pregnant with twins and then returned to pre med of course she didn't go straight back she took time off so did Eita to be with the Twins

Time skip the kids have grown up

Now shona what's to show what the life of a pre med doctor and musician is like it will go on the family youtube channel semi also agreed to partake in his wife's idea mainly because he wants to be open with his fans and tell people he is off the market so can his fans stop hitting on him

So the next day she decided to film it after figuring out the best way to go about it so as soon as she woke up she woke semi up

Sho: Todays the day love tome to wake up

Semi: Mmm five more minutes songbird

Sho: you have till i get out the shower then that hot ass better be alert and ready to film also wake the twins up

Semi: of course songbird

semi leaves the room and goes to his daughters

Semi: room Astra Hoshi time to wake up

Astra and Hoshi, now teenagers, groan and protest as their father wakes them up.

Astra: Dad, it's too early. Can't we sleep a little longer?

Hoshi: Yeah, we don't have school today, do we?

Semi chuckles and sits on the edge of Astra's bed, gently ruffling her hair.

Semi: No school, my little stars. But your mom has a special surprise for all of us today. We're going to film a day in the life of a pre-med doctor and a musician for the family Youtube channel.

Astra's eyes light up with excitement, while Hoshi seems more intrigued.

Astra: That's awesome, Dad! I've always wanted to see what your gigs are like behind the scenes.

Hoshi: And I'll finally understand all the medical jargon that Mom throws around at dinner.

Semi chuckles again and nods.

Semi: That's the spirit! Now, come on. Your mom's almost done in the shower, and we need to get breakfast ready before we start filming.

The family gathers in the kitchen, preparing breakfast together. As they eat, Semi and Shona discuss their plan for the day, while Astra and Hoshi help set up the camera equipment.

Shona: Okay, so first we'll start with a quick introduction to the day, showing how we all get ready and organized.

Semi: Then we can film a bit of our morning routines, like me practicing with the band and you studying or doing hospital rounds, Shona.

Astra: And maybe we can have a segment where Hoshi and I talk about what it's like growing up with a musician dad and a future doctor mom.

Hoshi nods in agreement, already thinking of talking points in her head.

Hoshi: Sounds cool to me. And we can also include a part where we all spend time together as a family, maybe even have a jam session or something.

The family's excitement grows as they discuss their ideas, and soon they start filming their first scene. Throughout the day, they capture the ups and downs, the challenges and joys of their respective careers, showcasing the unique blend of creativity and intellect that exist in their household.

As they finish filming and sit down to watch the footage together, Astra, Hoshi, Semi, and Shona can't help but feel grateful for the love and support they have for one another. They may have seen the good, the bad, and the ugly, but they've also experienced incredible growth, resilience, and happiness as a family.

And now, they're ready to share that with the world.

Astra out of cuiouity said

Astra: will this stop dad's fangirls trying to b3 all over him it weirds me out

Semi: Hopefully punkin

They continued their filming when they finally published it the responses were mixed but they expected that some were positive some aka his fangirls negative but they will get over it eventually

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

I got this idea from this post by @zestofthedepths

Emmet had woken up in the normal fashion, skipped breakfast in the normal fashion, arrived at the Subway at exactly 6:57 am in the normal fashion, and had greeted employees, performed all the safety checks, and started running the lines in the normal fashion. Which is to say, with his normal smile that never quite reached his eyes, his flat tone of voice, and the hands that never quite stopped moving.

Ever since Ingo had disappeared five years ago, there had been a definite shift in him. Before, he had been boisterous, always running and grinning with his whole face, talking more (even if only in clipped sentences), and generally being more goofy and outgoing. Since that event had taken place, he had drawn more into himself, his smile only plastered on with clear tape. He spoke even less now. Even battling wasn’t the rush it used to be.

Getting off one train and preparing to board the next with a new passenger, Emmet slid his hat down to cover his eyes. He no longer liked conversing with patrons, because it seemed someone always brought up the missing half. If he didn’t make eye contact, he found that less people would ask him about it. That never seemed to stop Elesa, though.

He blames the hat on why he didn’t notice the commotion immediately. He had pulled out his stopwatch to ensure that he was boarding at the correct time, when there was a cacophony of noise on his platform. First, was the sound of ripping, like fabric being shorn apart with bare hands. Then was the thud of hooves, loud stomping and stamping that echoed throughout the station. Third were the screams of people as they dove out of the way of whatever force had befallen them.

Emmet had dropped his watch against his side, only the thin silver chain saving it from its own demise. He whipped his head up to see what was going on. Thankfully, his height offered him some semblance of a clear picture over the heads of the crazed train-goers.

Near the doors to the lobby was a massive white Pokemon. It almost reminded him of a Stantler, but it definitely was not. It was pure white and gray, first of all, with massive antlers and a huge beard that traveled down to its knees. It carried its head high, as one who knows nobility would. It was beautiful. Emmet’s eyes traveled to the back of the animal. There was a large saddle, perfectly fitted to the beast, in which sat two figures. One was the one steering the Pokemon. A girl with slate hair, a yellow bandana, and very odd clothing was pulling back on the reins, halting the beast. She wore a tunic and a red scarf, very similar to something Emmet remembers seeing in an old history textbook in school. She had red smeared all over her right arm, some of it smudged on her face. There was another figure behind her, slumped over. Emmet couldn’t see much of them.

Patrons were still running out of the way, trying to put distance between them and the crazed new passenger. Emmet ran through the crowd towards the arrival. This was going to throw everything off schedule! And not to mention the safety protocols that were violently breached! Emmet was ready to give this girl a stern talking-to, it was rule number one that Pokemon were not allowed to be released in the lobby.

Emmet approached them with a Pokeball in one hand. “I am Emmet. What are you doing?” He gazed up at the girl and the stag Pokemon, his eyes he knew looking furious. She glanced back down at him and both her and the Pokemon she rode on froze. She simply stared at his face. “You are disrupting my Subway. That is definitely not following safety rules!” This had to be more words than Emmet had spoken in the last two weeks, but damn it, he was upset.

The girl’s face floundered for a second. “Wyrdeer, lay down, I need to show him.” The animal immediately lowered itself to its knees, sinking to the ground. The girl slipped off its back and pulled at the other figure, whose face Emmet could see clearly now-

Everything stopped. It felt like time itself refused to march onwards. The screams and shuffling of the patrons faded into white noise, whatever the girl was yelling to him fell on deaf ears. He felt his feet moving, but he felt as if he were gliding to the stag’s side, too slow and yet too fast. He was floating. He approached the man before him, his hands stilled for once. He went down the list in his head. Silver sideburns, black cap, black and brown coat, calloused hands, black pants, an odd tunic not dissimilar to the one the girl wore. The figure was unconscious and had a cut somewhere in his hairline, leaking red, awful red into his silver hair. He had a beard, his eyes sunken and his appearance generally unkempt.

It was Ingo. It was Ingo, it was Ingo, Ingo was here, why was he here, how did he-

Emmet reached out and touched his brother’s face, holding his breath. It had to be fake. An apparition. Some ghost-type was playing a trick on his, right? He was shocked to find his hand met solid flesh, stopping his movement with gentle force. He was here, Ingo was home. And he was injured.

Everything snapped back into focus suddenly. The sounds of the platform were too loud, too many sounds, smells, and colors were around him. He wanted Ingo, just Ingo. Something was poking at him and he slapped at it, it was distracting, there was too much, too much-

“...mmet, please, listen! He needs a hospital! Emmet! Can you hear me? Ingo needs to get to a doctor!” That singular sentence managed to worm its way into his head, making him nod dumbly.

“Doctor… Ingo needs a doctor.” He gently reached his arms around his unconscious copy, lifting him into his arms. He was much lighter than Emmet remembered. Ingo sighed as he was lifted, his frown never leaving his face. Emmet made sure his head was tucked safely against his chest and he bolted. Up the stairs, through the doors, he burst into the bright sunlight. He was only dimly aware of the girl following him on her Pokemon, its hooves thundering through the street. People jumped out of the way, wide-eyed staring at them as they tore their way to the nearest medical center. Emmet’s lungs burned but he didn’t care. He pumped his legs harder, his coat fluttering violently behind him as he ran.

Ingo was back, in his arms. He was home. And Emmet was not going to let him go that easily.

(putting tags in for people who I noticed wanted this specifically! @gingericywolf @professor-mist @joyfulness03)

[inmegsmind]

'Stolen Glances, Short Skirts & Study Sessions' - Remus Lupin x Female Reader (Part 5) SMUT 18+

Description: After years of stolen glances and silent yearning, Remus Lupin couldn't believe his luck when Aria Belmont asks him to tutor you. Aria's request for tutoring began innocent enough but as time spent together develops deeper feelings and secrets are releaved, the end result is more than the two could have ever hoped for.

Warnings: SMUT!!!!, soft smut, m x f sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), very mild dirty talk(?), mentions of injuries. (let me know if I missed any)

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Usually you were grateful when your weekends dragged as it meant more time to relax, this Saturday, however, was an exception.

You'd decided to skip out on attending breakfast, opting for the girls to bring you some food back as you were not in the mood for the same stares and whispers as yesterday. Once the girls returned, they sat with you as you ate and maintained small talk to try distract your mind.

By the time early afternoon had rolled around the 4 of you had done everything you could to keep you entertained whilst being confined in your dorm.

'I have an idea' Lily unexpectedly blurted out, sitting up on the bed and catching everyones attention. 'Why don't we go see if the elves that work in the kitchen will cook you some chocolate brownies or cookies to take to Remus later? sort of as a thank your for him beating up Donovan' She suggested and you couldn't help but beam at the brilliant red head.

'Thats such a good idea Lils, you girls coming?' You asked the pair who politely declined before you and Lily made your way downstairs.

Lily waited until you were well away from the common room and any prying eyes or years before she pulled you aside in a corridor to say 'Just so you know, I know about Remus' condition as well, just incase you every needed to speak about it'. Your eyes began to well up and you thanked the Gods for bringing Lily Evans into your life.

'You know what, I had a feeling, nothing gets by the smartest witch in the school' you teased sending her a wink before pulling her tightly into a hug. You held onto each other for a few moments, sort of sharing a mutual understanding that if things were to go as planned today with Remus that you two would become a team and inseparable. 'Thanks Lil, I love you' you whispered, finishing the hug when she replied an 'I love you too'.

The elves in the kitchen were more than happy to oblige to your request, all making a huge fuss of you and Lily as soon as you'd entered the kitchen. There had been many a late nights throughout your time at Hogwarts where the Elves had been greeted by 4 hungry girls hoping for a snack. You all always took your time to sit and talk with the house elves, making them feel special and like they mattered, so they had always been good as gold to you all in return.

Upon entering the common room you spotted a group of your favourite faces, minus your most favourite, congregated at the fireplace. The three present marauders looked absolutely exhausted from whatever occurred under last nights full moon. 'Ahhh here they are, my favourite girls' James cheered as you and Lily made your way over, her taking her place on his lap for a quick kiss. 'Fuck you James, what about us?' Dorcas faked hurt and Marlene poked her tongue out but James was too wrapped up in Lily to care.

'Hey, how are you guys feeling?' You asked, taking a spot in between Peter and Sirius, bringing your hands up to soothingly rub both their backs. Sirius wrapped an arm around your shoulder pulling you in for a small side hug. 'We're tired more than anything, but other than that all good, how are you feeling?' Peter asked looking down at you. 'Nervous to see Remus but other than that pretty good' you responded as Peters smile grew a tiny bit wider. 'No need to be nervous Aria, I know he can't wait to see you' he comforted you and you gave him a grateful smile before Sirius began to speak to you.

'So I told the boys that you, um you know' he quietened his voice to a whisper 'know Moonys little secret' you nodded understanding, urging him to continue. His volume increased slightly 'so we think you should tell him tonight. Madam Pomfrey has allowed him to come back to the dorm at 5pm when everyone else goes for dinner so we'll help him back and then tell him we're leaving for food' You nodded your head again to show you were following and them Peter chimed in, taking over from his friend. 'Once we leave, you go in, which he doesn't know about and will be a nice surprise and then we'll leave you both to it for the evening'

'Are you sure it will be a nice surprise? What if he doesn't want to see me?'

'Aria, listen here' James piped up, ending his and Lilys little make out session. 'Now not to brag but I know people and I know for a fact, no matter how much it breaks us boys hearts, you are probably the only person Moony wants to see today' James declared matter of factly which made you smile and the girls break out an 'aweee' in chorus. 'And how do I know you're a reliable source Potter?' you challenged, hand on your hip and eyebrow raised.

'I'm hurt by your need for proof but whatever. Take my darling Lily here for example, she was adamant she hated me, but i'm that good with people that I knew, even before she did that she would love me, and look at where we are now. I predicted our futures' James argued proudly as Lily rolled her and slapped his chest.

'Yeah yeah James, you're quite the psychic' Lily teased earning a laugh from the group and pout from James. 'Now come on missy, time to get ready'

-

You decided to take on Sirius advice and pair Remus' jumper with your white tennis skirt and white thigh high socks. After minutes of peer pressure the girls had also convinced you to not wear any underwear, claiming it to be a daring and sexy move. You were undecided and a little nervous but deiced to put your faith in their choice. Lily had quickly ran down to the kitchen to collect your brownies, leaving you with Marlene and Dorcas to finish getting ready. You didn't go over board with your make up, putting enough on to look done up and fresh faced but not the full works.

'Come on, lets go down the common room, Lily should be here in a minute and I'm sure the boys will want to wish you luck' You nodded in agreement with Dorcas and the three of you made your way downstairs. As if scripted, as you reached the bottom of the stairs to greet the 3 Marauders sat by the fire, Lily also emerged through the portrait hole.

'Here you go hunny, a plate of brownies' Lily passed them over and you thanked your friend.

'Right so he's up in the dormitory, give the door a little knock before open you open it and go in so not to scare him' Peter instructed.

'Ooh and also theres some ointment and cotton wool on the side, you will need to rub that into his wounds' James firmly instructed.

'Got it! anything else?'

'Good luck, oh and i'm glad you took my advice' Sirius concluded with a wink and before you knew it you'd said your goodbyes and was on your way to the boys dormitory.

-

Standing outside the shut door, you took three deep breaths before raising your free hand to knock twice. Slowly you gripped the handle and pushed the door in, opening up to the warmly lit room inside.

Your heart began to swell as you saw him there. He was say up with his back propped against his head board, new cuts prominent on his beautiful face. His eyes widened in shock at the sight of you in the doorway, wearing his jumper and favourite skirt of yours with a plate of chocolate brownies. In that moment Remus wasn't actually sure if he'd died and gone to heaven or this was real.

'Aria, you-you can't be here' His voice came out as a whisper, as you took a step into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you. 'Says who?' you replied innocently, making your way over to his bed. You watched closely as his eyes scanned over you, slowly taking you in. 'I don't want you to see my like this, its hard to explain' Remus choked out.

'Remus, I know everything'

'everything?' You nodded your head at him, placing the plate of brownies down on the trunk at the foot of his bed. 'And you don't care?' The tone of his voice made your heart melt and break all at once. You could hear the fear in his voice but also the relief and the hope.

'Not one bit, all I care about is that you're ok, which is why your best friends so kindly sent me up here to look after you' The smile that grew on Remus face was something that you wanted to keep engrained in your brain forever.

'I even wore your favourite skirt and sock combo under Sirius' request' You teased whilst taking a seat beside his legs on the bed. Being cautious that your skirt didn't come up to high. Remus face burned a bright shade of fuchsia at this comment and he shook his head, wincing in pain ever so slightly as he did.

'One day I'm gonna kill him, I'm guessing he gave you the jumper too?' You nodded your head. 'I hope you don't mind' batting your eyes innocently.

'Of course not, it looks better on you anyway' It was now your turn to blush. Remus moved to sit up slightly more but winced in pain again.

'Does it hurt?' You stupidly asked before clenching your eyed and pulling a face, embarrassed by asking such a silly question. You felt Remus large hand take yours and give it a squeeze.

'its ok, yeah it hurts, more than you would even believe' your bottom lip pouted out as you sat and wished you could take the pain away before you remembered.

'I've actually been given nurse duties by James' you informed Remus and you saw a little twinkle appear in his eyes as a smile tugged at his lips.

'Oh really? and what are your nurse duties?'

'My first is that I need to rub this' you paused to pick up the small bottle on his bedside table 'ointment into your fresh wounds and following that, my duties are to do anything to make you feel better' Remus licked his lips as a million different fantasies flashed through his mind.

'Anything?' he questioned, a mischief glint in his eye which caused you to smirk.

'Anything' you confirmed confidently 'but ointment first, where are your fresh wounds?'

'On my chest and stomach, I'll need you to help me take this sweatshirt off first' Remus informed you whilst his cheeks tinted pink again, embarrassed that he had to ask you to help him remove his top. Nodding your understanding, you leant forward and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before slowly helping him remove the sweatshirt. As you folded the clothing you were able to take in the beauty of the boy before you.

He was left in nothing but a thin pair of pyjama bottoms, so thin you could see the faint outline of his member. His torso was extremely toned and you just wanted to lay soft kisses all over it. Remus had a wide grin on his face as he cocked his head to the side, amused watching you check him out. Quickly you snapped out of the trance and moved to discard of the folder jumper. In the mirror you could see the way he watched and looked at your bum as you walked away. Thats when an idea sprung to mind.

Sauntering back over to him you decided to make a ballsy move and climb up on the bed. He watched you intensely, eager to know what he was in store for. Lifting your left leg you very carefully, highly aware of your lack of underwear, moved it over to Remus side so you were hovering above him in a straddle. Leaning forward you picked up the ointment before lowering your body down onto his. Your unclothed core pressed down on his pyjama covered dick causing the both of you to let out soft gasps. 'Does it hurt if I do this?' you asked quietly and he shook his head no, as his hands moved to rest on his hands.

Remus was at a loss for words. He stared at you in complete awe as you began tending to his wounds, the only sound being small hissed that came as a result to how the liquid slightly stung his fresh wounds. His eyes wandered all over you, watching how you bit your bottom lip as a sign of concentration before sliding down to see your torso covered in one of his jumpers. Then finally his eyes slid down to you where your bodies connected. You looked so fucking sexy sat on him like this, he could feel the blood beginning to rush to his dick and he knew due to his thin pyjamas and lack of boxers you would soon feel it too.

As you dabbed the ointment into the final and possibly the most severe wound you watched as Remus hissed dug his nails into his torso, causing even more marks. 'Stop it' you scolded slapping lightly at his hand. 'Sorry, it just stings' he whined with a pout, looking at you all cloudy eyed. Placing the open ointment and cotton wool back on the bedside table, you removed his hands from his torso and placed them on your thighs.

'Here, do it to me instead' Remus caught his breath at this, feeling his member begin to become noticeably hard. He waited nervously, still thinking this situation was too good to be true, waiting for you to be grossed out and jump off but you didn't. Instead you returned to tending to his last wound. Every time it stung he would reactively dig his nails into you thighs with a hiss, when this happened he would also involuntarily move you to grind on him slightly. He watched in awe as you bit your lip when it happened, feeling a small bit of damp leak through his pyjamas.

You screwed the ointment bottle up tight and discarded it on the night stand. Leaning forward you placed a soft kiss just above the last would you tended, followed by another soft kiss just beneath his collar bone. You continued to press soft kisses up his neck and across his jaw line, planting one kiss just left of his mouth. Pausing for a moment, you looked into his large chocolate eyes, waiting to see if this was ok and he wanted it but you were interrupted as he leant up and softly pressed his lips against yours.

It felt like fireworks had erupted inside you when Remus kissed you. It was slow and passionate and felt ten times more amazing than you'd previously imagined. You brought your hands up to rest around his neck and at the same time his hands slid up underneath your skirt to grab your bum, earning a soft moan from you. He took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, savouring the way you tasted. Much to his pleasure, you slowly began to roll your hips, grinding your core against him as he kneaded at your bare arse. He was first to break this kiss and you felt your wetness increase as he looked up at you with needy and lust filled eyes. Removing his hands from your bum, much to your dismay, he tugged at the end of his jumper.

'Please take it off for me baby' He pleaded and you happily obliged removing the jumper from over your head, making sure to roll your hips as you did so.

'awe fuck' Remus cussed as his eyes explored the gorgeous sight in front of him. He was over the moon that you weren't wearing a bra and your tits were on full display. The lack of bra did spring a question to mind.

'You're not wearing any underwear are you?' Remus groaned as you shook your head, nope, a smirk forming on your lips followed by a nervous giggle. 'You're such a fucking minx' the pair of you laughed at as his comment as you leant forward capturing his lips in another kiss. This one was much needier than the first, Remus' hands moved to explore your body, one returning to grab at your bum and the other coming up to massage and play with your tits. You continued to grind down on his now rock hard dick, feeling your wetness increasing and soaking the layer of material that led between you. The pair of you became completely lost in the moment, savouring every second of this intense dry humping session.

Remus broke the kiss off and began leaving his own trail of kisses down your neck and chest before his mouth latched on to your nipple. Sucking on the now hard bud as his hand massaged the other, you let out a string of small moans, continuing to grind as your hands tangled in his hair. You had got so caught up in in that you'd forgot that Remus was actually recovering right now and it should be you making him feel good. You tugged on the back of his hair signalling to stop, he whined as he pulled away looking up at you with a pout on his face. 'Shhh baby, let me make you feel good' You whispered into his ear and you smirked at his groan and the way his hips bucked up. 'Can you ride me please?', Remus asked slightly embarrassed by his needy tone. You pecked his lips as conformation before slowly lifting yourself off him, both whining at the loss of contact.

Being careful not to cause him any pain, you helped Remus lie down flat on the bed, putting an extra pillow behind his head to make sure he was comfy. Using the little strength he had, Remus raised his hips so you should shimmy his bottoms down. Your jaw dropped as you saw his huge dick sat up rock hard against his stomach. It was so long and thick you were slightly scared it wouldn't fit, Remus sensed this so he very kindly reminded you 'We don't have to do anything you don't want to' his eyes were filled with lust but you could feel the love he felt radiating from him. You shook your head 'No I want this more than anything' you reassured whilst turning to start undoing the zip on your skirt before Remus cut you off 'can you leave in on please?, those skirts drive me crazy, I've been dreaming of fucking you in one' He shamelessly confessed and you felt your arousal begin to drip down your legs. Nodding you clambered back on and returned to your previous position.

Softly touching his dick, you gave it a few strokes before you lined it up with your entrance. You were so wet you knew you wouldn't need spit or any kind of lubricant. Lining his tip with your entrance you slowly began to lower yourself down. Remus head flew back onto the pillow, his mouth wide open and eyes scrunched in complete pleasure. You placed your hands on his chest, careful not to touch a wound, steadying yourself as Remus stretched and filled you up deeper than anyone else you'd been with before. As you bottomed out, you stayed still for a second waiting for the burn of the stretch to subside before you dared move. Remus noticed this and moved his hand down to lift the front of your skirt so his thumb could rub your clit.

With the pleasure that Remus rubbing your clit provided, you began to slowly bounce up and down, getting all the way to the tip before making your way back down. You were being so careful not to hurt him and Remus could sense you were holding back.

'Baby look at me' he commanded softly and you obeyed, looking down at him all doe eyed and consumed with need. 'No amount of pain being inflicted could make me not enjoy this, please don't hold back.' That was all you needed to hear from him.

You began to bounce at a much faster pace, the sound of your skin slapping against his with every bounce. Remus watched as your tits bounced up and down, the steady rhythm making him drunk with pleasure. Switching from bouncing you began to grind your hips down on him, this new approach allowing him to hit spots in you deeper than the other. Remus knew he was going to come stupidly fast. He had been dreaming of this moment for years and the after effects of the full moon made him extremely needy. His thumb began its assault on your clit again causing you to moan loudly and clench your walls around him. Remus moaned loudly, watching as you fucked yourself on him, feeling useless due to his injuries but also loving every second of this show.

Your legs began to quiver and your walls began to clench around Remus throbbing dick. Your clit was swollen from Remus rough fingers and you could feel your orgasm approaching.

'Fuck if you clench again Aria I'm gonna come' Remus informed you whilst his one hand moved to your waist, guiding your hips to grind on his dick faster. As your movements sped up completely you began to clench tightly around him, both of you hitting your highs at exactly the same time, accompanied with moans and a string of 'oh fuck''s.

Once you were sure both of your releases were over, you slowly lifted yourself off his cock. Both watching as both your arousal dripped down between you. Remus grabbed his wand and quickly cast a spell to clean you both up before you collapsed next to him on the bed. After catching your breath for a few minutes, you turned to Remus, helping him pull his pyjamas back up before grabbing a spare t shirt of his to sleep in, a comfortable silence filling the room.

You crawled back into bed next to him slotting yourself into his side as he wrapped an arm around you. You peppered his chest with soft kissed before pecking his lips one last time. Getting comfy you laid with your head on his chest as he gently played with your hair. Finally he kissed you head softly before whispering 'I love you', to which you responded 'I love you too'

[wornoutmouse]

Bakugou Birthday Bash

Yall already know, we gon act like i aint disapear

I got 40 different things that I’m writing about right now but I got to get something out for fireball here. I KNOW I’M LATE ASSHATS CALM DOWN!

Fun Fact: Guys play with our nipples cause they think they feel the same as theirs. This isn’t true because a guy’s nipples are 3 times more sensitive than a female’s. 

Fun Fact 2: Getting your cervix hit during intercourse is only pleasurable to VERY few individuals and overall causes pain or discomfort to the majority.

Exhibitionist, 3-some, rough sex, train, consent is sexy, slight dacryphillia

You could feel your heart beating with anticipation, in your mind, you repeat the same mantra over and over again. “This is for Katsuki.” Currently, Bakugou, Kirishima, and yourself were having a movie night. You had spent the day with Katsuki dragging him throughout the city taking him to various places for his 25th birthday.

In the morning, you made him breakfast in bed consisting of smiley face porridge with the eyes being eggs, smile being bacon, with sausage eyebrows. Bakugou was not amused, to say the least. Afterwords you did his hair separating the blond hair into two braids marveling at the black streaks intertwining themselves. “Do you like it?” Bakugou sleepily grunts, burying his face into your cleavage when you finished. “I just want to go back to bed.”Shaking your head you grab your outfit and walk towards the bathroom. “No can do Kats, I go the whole day planned for you, this isn’t going to be like your last birthday.” 

After going out to the shooting range, a nearby spa, and having brunch at his parent’s place much to his distress. “Katsuki put a smile on your face for once, you know you love my Unagi!” You laugh as you watch Bakugou pout at the feeling of his mother ruffling his hair. “Shut it old hag..” His father only chuckles before resuming his conversation with you.

When you finished the reunion, you drop Bakugou off at home before going to pick up Kirishima. As you drove back, you could tell Kirishima could sense your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh to get your attention, “You know that you can always opt-out of this, I don’t mind we can just have a normal movie night. “This” was a plan that you had both been creating together. 

Ever since high school, you knew Bakugou had a soft spot for the redhead going far past causal friendship. And it wasn’t until last year that you accidentallt heard Bakugou mumbling his name in his sleep accompanied by soft moans. At first, you understandably felt a bit jealous despite being in a relationship with Bakugou for the last 6 years but as you thought about things more and more, a mischievous thought came to you, now leading up to the current moment.

“I’m fine Ejirou, this is just something I’m not used to.” you exhale and smile a bit more determined after saying your doubts out loud. “But I can’t back out on my own plan.” Kirishima flashes his signature shark tooth smile before facing forwards again. Now, with both of you sitting with Bakugou in between, the tension was high in the air and it was up to you to make the first move. 

“This movie is stupid, why would she even run after him after he called her stupid!” “Uh, Bakugou, you call me and Y/n stupid all the time?” Bakugou huffs leaning back on the couch. “Yeah but that’s different...you are.” You would have laughed if you hadn’t decided to make your move. You rest your arm on Bakugou’s shoulder playing with his braid that had long since frayed from your day’s activities.

He pays no mind, eyes focused on the corny romance movie he rented from Redbox. The movement of bright yellow catches Kirishima’s eyes as the TV screen flashes white from a scene change. He decided to take the more direct approach by putting his hand on Bakugou’s thighs and squeezing the skin there. Katsuki’s hair skips from your grasp as he twitches from the contact. “Hey watch your hands shity hair.”

Kirishima hums but doesn’t move his hand. You allow silence to go on for a moment as Bakugou gets back into his movie. When Bakugou relaxes enough, you snake your hand to his crotch and squeeze his dick through the pants. Bakugou’s attention lands on you almost immediately as his hand clamps down on your wrist. You ignore the tight grasp and rub your thumb over his dick, feeling it twitch with nervous interest. 

Bakugou leans towards you harshly whispering, “What are you doing idiot, Ejirou is right here.” You bite your bottom lip before whispering back your reply, “Well you better be quiet then don’t you think Katsuki?” Ruby eyes glared at you but the blond remained silent before gripping his braid nervously. He bounces his left leg as you resume your light teasing and does his best to focus again. 

You notice Kirishima’s movements and feel adrenaline run throughout your body. Kirishima does the same as you, whispering in Katsuki’s ear, lips only a breath away from touching skin. “Hey Bakugou, we should have brought some snacks don’t you think? I’m kinda hungry.” Underneath your hand, Bakugou’s breathing falters, “Ah, yeah well you should have brought your own snacks I’m not getting up from here.” Kirishima peeks at you from behind Bakugou’s head sending you a wink. 

Rubbing his wrist Kirishima pulls a hair tie from his arm and puts it between his teeth. At the same time, you unzip Bakugou’s pants and make direct contact with his cock. Kirishima focuses on how Bakugou’s adam’s apple bobs when he makes eye contact with him. Bakugou’s eyes watch as Kirishima’s muscles ripple as he ties his hair up into a bun and you resist the urge to laugh as Bakugou’s dick goes full mast making a smacking sound as it hits his stomach. 

That seems to bring him back to reality and he quickly covers himself when he catches Eijirou staring at his exposed groin. “Ah shit, what the hell Y/N!?” Bakugou jerks his head towards you accusingly, cheeks red with embarrassment and teeth bared in anger as he prepares to chew you out. Your hand, now resting behind Katsuki, motions Kirishima to Bakugou’s dick as the blond chews you out. “Are you trying to make me fucking upset-ah fuck!” 

With one hand by his face to tuck stray hair behind his ear, Kirishima uses his other hand to hold Katsuki’s shaft, hollowing his cheeks around the rest of his dick. The look of confusion was forever present as Katsuki tosses an apologetic look at you willing his eyes to focus despite the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “Sh..Shitty hair what the hell do you think you’re fucking d-doin?!” Bakugou’s hips jerk up as he rises to the top of his toes. He places his hand on top of Kirishima’s head but not to pull him away as he tried to make it seem.

Eijirou jerked his cock delicately before mouthing at Bakugou’s balls that tightened underneath his lips. “I don’t...Y-Y/n fuck, I’m sorry...ah..its....I...feels so damn good1” Remorseful moans leave Katsuki’s mouth as his eyes screw shut. You push his hair away from his face in order to see him better. The hand you had laying in his lap is grabbed and gripped tightly almost as if he was afraid to let go of you. 

With his head tossed back, you take the initiative to bite his neck softly, drinking in the whimpers that exit his mouth. “Relax and enjoy your birthday present Katsuki.” You turn on a table lamp and slide to the floor, pulling Kirishima down with you. With the lights now blazing, Bakugou could no longer chalk up the current situation as a really bizarre dream as took in the view of both of you occupying his lap. Kirishima abandons his cock for you to take care of as he slides his tongue up Bakugou’s toned stomach.

“Relax Bakugou and let us take care of you.” Katsuki helplessly grips Kirishima’s shoulder with gritted teeth. “Get your fucking mouth off my nipple asshat...it feels fucking weird.” Both you and Kirishima chuckled at the insults Bakugou attempted to use to hide his embarrassment. Kirishima moans obnoxiously as he rolls Bakugou’s nipple with his tongue before biting down. “You two planned this didn’t you?” 

Bakugou’s usual attitude came back before you could even notice and by the time you did, it was too late. The hand that was previously caressing your head tightened against your scalp and you were soon being pushed down Bakugou’s cock. Kirishima looked down at the sound of you choking, eyes going wide at your puffed cheeks and teary eyes, but it was too late for him as well. Kirishima’s man-bun was grabbed and yanked giving Katsuki access to his neck that he abused with bites. “Fucking assholes had me over here confused and shit all for your little birthday present.”

His strokes were slow and torturous to your throat, grinding slowly inside before stopping and holding your face there just to feel your mouth constrict due to limited oxygen. “And how long have you known shitty hair? Tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward” Kirishima (the snitch) winces as his hair is pulled again. “About half a year.” Bakugou hums and kisses Kirishima. Through watering eyes, you watch as Bakugou forced his tongue inside his best friend’s mouth. “Good boy.” Looking down at you, you feel a shiver go throughout your body and you could tell you were in for a rude awakening.

“Is it safe to assume that you were the source Y/n?” Your forearm is grabbed and you are out on top of Bakugou’s lap. “Yes.” Your answer is rewarded with a slap on your covered ass. “I’m gonna make sure you regret that. Both of you, take off your clothes.” Pouting you poke Bakugou’s chest, “No, that’s not how this is going to work, we both wanted to make you feel good.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking at Kiri who shakes his head innocently disagreeing in order to save his own skin.

“You are gonna make me feel good.” Bakugou slides his hands under your shirt pulling it off. “I’m going to feel so good watching you two break.” Bakugou caresses your chin placing a ginger kiss on your chin before pushing you off. “Now take these damn clothes off.” 

You and Eijirou watch him leave the living room and go elsewhere, “We really are in for it aren’t we?” You nod solemnly, “There is nothing good coming out of our bedroom. I'll tell you that Kiri.” Kirishima sat steadily, face and shoulders painted red with a warm blush, “Well at least he took it well.” you jokingly slap Kirishima’s shoulder to ease the throbbing feeling in the pit of your stomach. The male’s eyes look at the hand on his shoulder for a moment, contemplating his next move. You watch, heart rate increasing at the serious look  the normally smiling man held. Kirishima grabs your hand and places it over his chest, sliding it down his abdomen effectively bringing you closer to him.

When you were close enough, you and Eijirou lock lips passionately. His right hand held your face gently as his left pulled your lower body towards him. Your mouth consumed the moans Kirishima let out as the tip of his cock caught the rim of your belly button. When you pull away, one of Kirishima’s shark-like teeth nips into your lower lip, drawing blood. The look of you out of breath, chest swelling, and plump kiss-bitten lips turned Kirishima on more than he thought he could be. “She’s sexy without even trying huh?”

Bakugou’s gravel-like voice startles you both, Katsuki walked closer before squatting behind you. Your afro is drawn back by Bakugou and he forcefully kisses you, exploring your mouth feverishly leaving you unable to keep up. You are the one to pull away when you become out of breath and allow yourself to be manhandled against Katsuki’s chest while he leans against the couch. Scarred hands spread your legs exposing you to Kirishima who had no problem ogling you. “You see how wet she is for you shitty hair, don’t let my presence stop you.”

Eijirou scoots closer on his knees, grabbing your legs. When he brings his face closer, Katsuki spreads your pussy lips apart with his index and ring finger, stroking your clit with his middle finger. You sigh into the feeling before jumping when Kirishima slaps your cunt, “Look at that she’s quivering.” Eijirou hikes your legs over his shoulders,  burying his face in your warm cunt without a care about your juices covering his face. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking incessantly at the small nub, heightening your pleasure. 

Reaching past you, Bakugou holds Kiri’s head and presses his face down into you, “Get in there Eijirou and quit playing before I kick your ass out.” You squeeze your eyes shut as a warm muscle pushes its way inside your needy hole. Your back arches and Bakugou is forced to hold your legs open lest you close them shut on Kirishima’s head. Bakugou leaves tender kisses behind your ear, rubbing your legs tenderly. The touches sent feelings like electricity through your core and you felt your blood race as you came closer to orgasm.

Kirishima laps at your pussy once more before pulling away, leaving you on the very edge of your release making you whine. “She’s so sweet Katsuki.” Kirishima whimpers softly, before messily kissing Bakugou. Their tongues wrapped against each other as they share your taste. From the small of your back, you could feel Bakugou grind his hips against you. You reach your hand down to finish yourself off but without even looking your hand is grabbed by Kirishima who instead guides you to his throbbing cock.

 It was red, most likely from the light teased your living room carpet caused while he was eating you out.The groan that you rip from Kirishima as you stroked him, shocked both you and Katsuki. 

Kirishima stops the kiss, leaving a strand of saliva connecting the two. Kirishima’s red eyes narrowed at you as he spoke to Bakugou, “F...Forgive me Bakugou, but I need to be inside someone or someone inside me before I burst.” Bakugou smirks holding your chin so you can look at him, “What do you think princess?” You look at Kirishima who indeed looked to be on his last straw with a smirk. “It’s your birthday Katsuki, you should get first pick.”

Bakugou furrowed his brow more than your thought possible, “You sure you don’t mind?” Playfully biting his cheek you give a reassuring smile, “I planned this baby, if I mined, we wouldn’t be here.” Bakugou grunts in response, giving you time to get off of his lap before pushing Kirishima onto his knees, “Hey asshole, remember that time you painted my gauntlets purple?” Kirishima smirked, “You still mad about that? Lavender is your color Bakubro.” Katsuki glared at the redhead, slapping his ass, “Don’t call me that when I’m going to be balls deep inside you.” Looking back over at you, Bakugou gets an idea, “Stop twiddling your fingers and making me feel bad and get over here.”

You did a shit job at hiding your happiness as you cutely scooted towards the two males. “Shitty hair, you’re going to fuck her while I fuck you, and if you cum inside I’m going to blow your ass off the face of the earth.” It took until Kirishima was positioned over you and Bakugou had taken place behind him that Kirishima finally realized the reality of Bakugou’s threat. “Wait a second, how do you expect me not to cum from all the stimulation?!” You watched Bakugou shrug over Kirishima’s shoulder, “Not my problem.” A disgusting squelching sound is heard and you feel Kirishima shiver as he laid over you. “Have you done this before Katsuki?” 

Bakugou was silent and Kirishima’s eyes widened and you quickly grab his face to avoid his fear-stricken expression reaching the excited blond. “He’s got this Kiri, trust me, can’t be any different than normal anal right?!” Kirishima rested his head on your shoulder, kissing the skin there, “Is this you telling me you’ve done anal before?” You both laugh, having a moment of comfort despite the strange situation. “Mmmm.” Kirishima hums quietly, vibrating against your skin, you could feel him rocking against you and most likely against Bakugou’s fingers. “Ahh, fuck~” 

“You good Eijirou?” Bakugou rests against Kirishima’s body, biting his shoulder blade. “Y-yeah, I’m good.” Reaching in between the two of you, and you felt him lining himself against your opening. “Ah, you’re...you’re not wet anymore. I’m sorry.” Kirishima puts his fingers in his mouth, briefly stopping to whimper loudly around them, “Ah there it is.” Bakugou smirks from behind Kirishima, and judging on how much Kirishima starts to shake, he repeatedly abuses said spot. It is then your turn to feel pleasure as Kirishima takes the task to finger you open.

You raise your legs and wrap them around Kirishima’s back to get a better angle and the room is mostly silent besides the obvious noises of prep. Something that made both you and Bakugou dawn a notable smirk was how loud Kirishima was being compared to the rest of you. From Bakugou’s end, Kirishima was fucking himself back on his fingers sucking them in greedily, hips rotating just to be able to feel his prostate being stimulated again. From your end, Kirishima’s hands shook as he tried to angle himself inside of you so much so you had to help him. “I’m so damn close, fuck. Bakugou you gotta give me a moment man!” 

Both you and Kirishima moaned when Bakugou smacked the red head’s ass causing his hips to jerk forward. “You better hold it in, I haven’t even started yet dumbass.” Kirishima grunted as Bakugou penetrated him. “Y/n, I can’t, fuck I can’t!” Eijirou had his eyes clenched shut. Bakugou snapped his hips against him, making Kirishima fuck you as well, “Come on Eijirou, you can do it, you feel so good.” 

Kirishima’s cock curved right, making your toes curl from the stimulation. Bakugou held onto Kirishima’s hips hard, most likely to leave indents later on. Kirishima propped himself up on his elbows and thrust into you, simultaneously meeting Bakugou’s thrusts. “Y/n, you feel so damn good. So fucking w-warm!” You bear down on Kirishima’s cock, squeezing around him. “Why are you talking so much Eijirou, you close to cumming?” Kirishima narrowed his eyes at Bakugou’s taunt, “Fuuck, Y/n why does it feel like he’s getting harder, eveRy time.” The sound of Kirishima’s voice cracking was comical yet arousing. 

Your fingers curl on Kirishima’s back as his thrusts got sporadic occasionally thrusting so hard he grazed your cervix, causing brief discomfort. “Your so damn tight, Eijirou, damn!” Bakugou’s stomach contorted with each thrust, feeling Kirishima’s hole constrict around his cock at every drag. It was as if Kirishima was simply a doll between the two of you, that you used as a stress ball. Kirishima was loud at this point, gripping the sheet around your head hard enough for him to rip even without activating his quirk. 

Wordless babbles, left his mouths, his eyes rolled behind his head, as Bakugou speeds up. “You should see the look on his face Katsuki!” Kirishima kisses you roughly as a way to combat your teasing. His tongue lazily roams your mouth, lips vibrating at the broken moans you both let out from Bakugou’s brutal onslaught.

Kirishima quieted, your ears barely picking up on him muttering ‘fuck’ repeatedly. “B-Bakugou, stop, I’m gonna cum, let me pull out.” Kirishima tosses his hand back, brushing it against Bakugou’s abdomen in an effort to slow him down. “What nonsense are you speaking Eijirou? We aren’t stopping till I cum” Bakugou grabs Kirishima’s struggling arm, and holds it behind his back. The rest of Kirishima’s weight flops down on you creating sweet friction against your clit, and Kirishima’s modestly trimmed bush of hair. You hold Kiri closer with your legs as your orgasm builds to greater heights. “But you said-” “I know what I said dumbass, and it still stands. Now shut up and take it.”

Eijirou moans as Bakugou speeds up his thrusts. Bakugou holds him down by his shoulder no longer giving Kirishima space to even thrust into you. Bakugou relents on thrusting and instead relies on the sheer force his weight caused every time he slammed down on Kirishima’s hips. “Bakugou-” “Shut up for fuck sakes!” Bakugou clamps his hands on Kirihsima’s mouth and nose, cutting off his hair flow. You grab “Katuski’s hair and pull him towards you in a violent kiss. 

You make a sound of alarm at the feeling of warmth feeling your body. Bakugou uncovers Kirishima’s mouth feeling him tighten so hard around his dick and Bakugou cums as well after a few weak thrusts. Kirishima had tears of overstimulation flowing down his face, mouth open as he continued to pump hot cum into your hole. “Damn you really couldn’t hold on huh?” Kirishima shook his head, clearly on cloud nine, still filling you with so much cum, you contemplated on taking to brands of birth control. Bakugou looked down at you, watching as you pet Eijirou’s head reassuringly. “Did you cum?” You shook your head, kissing Eijirou’s temple. 

Bakugou nodded before jerking Kirishima’s legs pulling him out of you at the same time making you both hiss from the pinch-like pain. Bakugou turns Kirishima on his back and helps your straddle him. Staring up at you with wide eyes,  Kirishima felt like prey under the watch of hungry lions. 

“What...what’s going on guys?” Your thumb rubs over Kirishima’s hardened nipples, watching his toned belly contort from the external stimulation. “Kiri..” you pout your lips mockingly before grabbing Kirishima’s cock that laid limp against his stomach. His red eyes followed your body down to your pussy. You rubbed his dick over your cunt, hovering over him. His hips twitching when your thumb presses down underneath his girthy head.

“I haven’t came yet.”

[mushroomlupin]

A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: sirius and reader have a date night scheduled, though things take a turn when reader gets her period and is too scared to tell sirius

Requested: yes or no (please feel free to send in some requests!)

Warnings: sexual situations, mentioning of oral sex, menstruation, brief mention of period sex but blink and you'll miss it

Word Count: 1,371

Masterlist & A03

You weren't sure why getting your period was such a big deal. You figured that everyone with a vagina experienced monthly periods–and this specific kind of people made up half of Hogwarts. So, what was the big deal exactly?

Well, there was that one time in third year when Gwynivere Haywood asked Professor Flitwick to go to the lavatory and whilst exiting the classroom, her tampon fell out of her hand. All of the boys began laughing and muttering a chorus of "ew"'s and "that's so gross". And there was that other time in fourth year when Mary Maconald got her period on the Hogwarts Express and a 7th year had to use a cleaning spell to get the stain out of the seat. People called her Bloody Mary all year.

Alas, you were absolutely horrified when you found out that you'd have your period for you and your boyfriend's date night.

And your boyfriend was none other than Sirius Black.

He was notorious for being a womanizer at Hogwarts, but the both of you had been taking your relationship slowly. It'd been five months and you had yet to have sex–though this didn't exclude other stuff. When the two of you scheduled a specific date night, this meant that one of you had an empty dorm for the night. And on these said date nights, the two of you would be having oral sex. This made things exciting, and something he managed to remind you of throughout the week, making your cheeks redden in front of your friends.

He'd bend down to your ear at breakfast: "Mmm, can't stop thinkin' 'bout the taste of you. Can't wait for tomorrow night," and walk away as if those dirty words had never escaped his mouth.

You'd been giddy about it all week, crossing your legs at the thought of his mouth against your sex. Throughout the school days, you could feel his eyes undressing you, observing your bottom every time you stood up and when you walked. Sometimes, he would pinch your bottom or give it a light smack just to make you squeal. "'M sorry, couldn't help it, babe." Your face would turn as red as a tomato.

The afternoon before the big day, the two of you had been watching James and Peter play wizard's chess. His hand rested innocently on your knee for a moment, before traveling up your thigh. You couldn't help but insistently open your legs for him. He chuckled, removing his hand from your flesh. "Not today, love, remember? Gotta wait until tomorrow night."

You'd been tossing and turning all night, butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. And when you awoke, you froze at the red stain that'd bled through to your pajama pants.

"Bloody hell," you muttered aloud.

"Literally," one of your roommates joked.

You face-palmed, unsure of what the hell you'd tell Sirius.

You decided to skip breakfast, you didn't have an appetite anyway. In potions, you felt Lily Evans tap on your shoulder.

"James says that Sirius didn't see you at breakfast and he was worried that you were ill or something," she whispered. "Is everything alright?"

You nodded quickly before returning your attention to Professor Slughorn. You heart was hammering in your chest now. Fan-fucking-tastic. How does one explain to their partner that they can't attend to the plans you'd been making for weeks, because you got your period? You swiftly left class as soon as Slughorn dismissed you all, attempting to avoid any further interrogation from Lily.

Once dinner came, you made an appearance, sitting as far away from your boyfriend's view as possible. You stuffed your face with as much food as possible, your stomach aching from not eating all day. And when you felt as though your skirt couldn't possibly be any tighter against your stomach, you returned to your common room.

You headed up to your room, sat in the empty dorm on your bed, and opened up a book in your lap. You waited for his secret knock.

Knock. Pause. Knock knock. Pause. Knock. Pause. Knock.

Your pulse quickening, you closed the book and walked to the door. You opened it slowly, revealing your boyfriend with a soft expression on his face.

"Hey," he greeted.

Usually, he would have pounced on you already and kicked the door shut behind you two.

"Hi."

He looked around the dorm, as if he'd never been in there before. "May I come in?"

You nodded, standing aside as he entered the room.

He took a seat on the edge of your bed, patting the space next to him. You took it nervously. Once you'd sat down next to him, your gaze rested on the floor. You had no idea how to tell him and what his reaction would be. Would he be upset? Would he leave?

You felt his finger brush against the bottom of your temple, gently pushing strands of hair back behind your ear. You blushed, your eyes landing on his blue ones.

"Hey," he whispered, his thumb going to your chin to softly caress it. "What's goin' on, hm?"

Suddenly, the waterworks unleashed.

Your hormones were at an all time high, and for some reason, they decided that now would be a good time to let it all out.

"Oh, Sirius," you sobbed, throwing your hands onto your face to conceal yourself.

He instinctively wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your back in soothing circles. He kept himself together, though he hoped you couldn't hear his heart hammering in his chest. Ignoring him all day and now crying in front of him? He was almost sure you were going to break up with him.

"I was looking forward to this night for weeks, and I'm afraid I've ruined it," you groaned, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your sweater.

Your boyfriend furrowed his eyebrows. "How could you have ruined it?"

You looked up at him, loosing a sigh as you built up the courage to explain yourself. "I got my period this morning."

The room fell silent as he cocked an eyebrow. "Is that it?"

Your stomach dropped. What?

"Well, I mean, yes but–"

"Babe, I was worried you were going to dump me!"

Your eyes widened. "Dump you?"

He shrugged. "You've been acting strange all day, and you looked so upset when I came in here," he gestured to the door. "I was prepared to get on my knees and beg you not to."

Your shoulders hunched in relief.

"Were you afraid that I'd be upset you got your period on our date night?" he questioned softly.

You weren't sure what to say. "I don't know," you began, picking at a loose thread on one of the sleeves of your sweater. "I suppose that I did expect you to be upset. It's just that when we have date nights like this, we usually...you know," you felt your cheeks redden.

He brought his hand to your cheek, turning your face to look at him.

"I would never be upset about that, Y/n. Never," he used his thumb to stroke your cheekbone. "And, we don't always have to do that stuff when we have date nights. I don't want you to ever feel like you have to do anything sexual. We can just hang out like this and you still manage to make me feel like I'm on fucking cloud nine."

You couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. You reached up to peck his lips, nudging your nose gently with his after. He mirrored your smile, taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips.

"I guess it was all just one big misunderstanding."

"Yeah," Sirius sighed, letting go of your hand. "Oh, and if you ever wanted to try having sex on your period, just let me know; I'm not afraid of getting a little messy." He winked.

You grabbed your pillow and threw it at his head. He merely dodged it, but fell off the mattress in the process.

"You just had to ruin it."

He grinned, his hair a mess. "Yeah, but that's what makes it fun, right?"

He groaned as another pillow was thrown at him.

[nextdoor-neighbors]

Shrunk

Request: Can I request a Fred x reader fic. Maybe George pulled a prank on her and shrunk all he school uniforms and Fred gets real turned on at the sight of her in knee high socks and a shirt skirt and is embarrassed to admit it. He gets mad at the boys ogling over her and gets jealous! Smut maybe?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Oral (male receiving)

“No. Way.”

You hear Hermione stifle a giggle from behind you. “It’s not...that bad.”

You turn around, away from the mirror to face your friend, tugging down your skirt as much as you can without ripping the fabric. “Look me in the eye and say that again, Hermione.”

Hermione looks you up and down from her seat on the edge of her bed, clearly trying to hold back her grin. “I can’t do that.”

You groan loudly, throwing your head back. George Weasley thought it would be funny to prank you - as he and his twin often did, considering you’re good friends with Ron - only this time, he pranked you by himself, which resulted in all of your school clothes being shrunk. All of them.

“This is so embarrassing,” you sigh, looking at yourself once more in the mirror. Maybe you could just fake being sick and skip all your classes until you figured out a way to fix this. Yet at the same time, you needed to go confront George.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. The worst that’ll happen is everyone staring at you,” Hermione says, pushing herself off of her bed and looking at you again.

“That’s, like, my worst nightmare, ‘Mione.”

Hermione giggles. “I know, but the longer you stand here and stare at yourself, the later we’re going to be for breakfast. So come on, I promise it’ll be okay.”

You hesitantly follow her out of the dorm, shrugging your robe on and holding it tightly around you, because thankfully, it was the one article of your school uniform that George left alone.

Once you arrive at the Great Hall for breakfast, you notice that mostly everyone is already there, apart from you, Hermione, and a few other stragglers. The two of you head to your spots at the Gryffindor table, where it looks like Ron and Harry saved you seats between them, which also happen to be right across from the twins.

Ron, per usual, was stuffing his face with food, but stopped long enough to say, “Took you two long enough to show.”

“We couldn’t help it, Y/N was having some... issues with her uniform,” Hermione says, and you feel yourself blush deeply as George starts laughing.

“What, did you prank Y/N without me?” Fred says to his twin in disbelief. 

George grins in response, turning to you. “Why don’t you show us, Y/N?”

“Absolutely not,” you say, your face practically burning with your blush at this point.

“Pleeease, I need to at least admire my handiwork before I fix it,” George replies, giving you his puppy dog eyes, which he knows you can’t resist.

You roll your eyes and get up off the bench, pulling open your robe so that your too-tight shirt and too-short skirt are fully on display for your friends. George bursts out laughing, which draws attention from other tables, so people’s heads start turning. You pull your robe back closed, hopefully, before too many people saw.

“Bloody hell,” Ron mutters in awe, which earns him a smack on the arm from Hermione.

“Oh, shut it, Ronald.”

Your gaze shifts to Fred, whose face - much to your surprise - is as equally as red as yours.

“You’ll fix it, right?” you say to George, who exchanges a look with Fred before turning his attention back to you.

“Yeah, eventually.”

“George,” you hiss, momentarily looking back to Fred, who has his gaze fixed on you. Once you sit back down, you cross your legs tightly, trying to ignore the feeling that the look in his eyes is giving you.

“I’m only joking, Y/N. Of course I’ll fix it. However-” he glances over his shoulder at the other house tables, where you see several of your classmates whispering amongst each other, “-I think quite a few people already got a good look at you.”

“Dammit,” you mutter. You can’t help but glance up at Fred again. He isn’t looking at you anymore, but you still notice that his expression has changed, and he looks rather annoyed now.

George was right, though, because throughout the day, you face many comments in the halls, especially after you get distracted by a conversation with Harry on the way back to the Gryffindor common room at the end of the day and accidentally let your robes fall open.

“Nice uniform, Y/N!” a boy from the year above you calls across the hall, sending a wink in your direction.

“Oh, shove off!” a voice says from behind you, and you turn around in surprise to see Fred Weasley, shooting a death glare towards the boy.

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you later, Harry,” you say.

“Can I talk to Fred for a minute? Alone?” you ask George, who agrees and heads off to the common room, as well.

“What is it, Y/N?” Fred asks, annoyance clear in his tone after you pull him into an empty corridor.

“What’s your deal? You’ve looked annoyed all day. I’m not upset by the prank, you know. Sure, it was a little embarrassing, but I’m not mad at George or anything, plus he said he’d help fix it-” you abruptly stop rambling, your cheeks flushing as Fred looks you up and down.

“That’s not it,” he says, quieter this time, his eyes still searching your body. You’re very aware of the way your shrunken shirt strains against your chest and how there’s quite a bit of skin of your thighs exposed between where your skirt falls and where your knee-high socks end. But under Fred’s gaze, you don’t feel uncomfortable.

“Then what is it?” you ask, matching his quiet tone.

His face reddens, much to your amusement. You’re not used to seeing this side of Fred.

“It’s...it’s the boys who’ve been ogling you all day.”

Your heart somersaults as you bite your lip gently, Fred’s eyes trained on the movement.

“And what about them?”

Fred doesn’t respond for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together in his hesitation.

“I don’t like them looking at you like that. I want to be the only one to look at you like that.”

Your breath hitches slightly at his words, shock and excitement and desire all flooding through you at once. You never knew Fred was attracted to you, but jealous Fred? Even better. You feel more confident than you ever have before with your new knowledge, and for this reason, you decide to act on it.

After sending a look either way down the hall to check for any professors or students, you grab Fred’s arm and pull him into the nearest broom closet.

“Y/N, what are you-”

You cut him off with your lips, pushing him back against the wall of the small closet and kissing him hungrily. He responds almost instantly, meeting your passion with his own, his hands sliding under your short skirt and coming to rest on your ass.

After a minute more of snogging and Fred getting rather handsy, you drop down to your knees and start unbuckling his belt. He watches you, eyes dark with lust, as you pull down his pants and boxers to see that he’s already incredibly hard.

Fred breathes your name as you don’t hesitate to take him into your mouth, wrapping his hands in your hair. His low moans make you wet as you bob your head with increasing speed, taking as much of him as you can handle.

You feel him tighten his grip on your hair as he mumbles, “I’m gonna cum, Y/N.”

He releases into your mouth with a low groan and you swallow, wiping your hand across your lips as you stand up. Fred looks down at you, his lips slightly parted with a small smirk playing on them.

“You’re good at that, y’know. But now it’s my turn to show you what I’m good at,” he says breathily, winking at you, but you place your hands gently on his chest to stop him before he does anything.

“Take me back to your room first,” you practically whisper.

“Absolutely. But I have one request, for when we do get to my room.” Fred pulls up his boxers and pants, putting his belt back on and gazing down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Which is?” you prompt him, not sure what he’s about to say.

He grins wickedly, placing his hand on the door handle, speaking to you before he opens the door. 

“The skirt stays on while I fuck you.”

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Harry Potter

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Harry doesn’t get enough love.)

- You and Harry first meet at Hogwarts but he isn’t really aware of your existence until around fourth year when everyone else in the school turns their backs on him. 

- He’s making his way through the crowds of ‘Potter stinks’ buttons when he hears someone call his name. He almost doesn’t stop, expecting the same mocking he’d been receiving all week, but he does stop and there you are, giving him a small, kind smile and telling him that you “just wanted to wish him good luck in the tournament.”. 

“I-er, thanks.” He replies awkwardly, looking at you for another quick moment before nodding and quickly retreating. 

- A few days later, you were walking around the wooded areas of the school and just so happened to come across him sitting alone. You didn’t want to bother him; especially since you really didn’t know him and you sort of had a crush on the famous boy, but a twig snapped beneath your foot and he quickly glanced up at you, taking away your option of leaving before he saw you. 

- Giving a quick hello, apology, and excuse for interrupting him, you moved to walk away before you found yourself turning back and asking if he was alright. It didn’t take him long before he was explaining everything to you and; calmly, ranting about the situation. 

- You listen and give him a few words of encouragement before you find yourself walking back to Hogwarts with him, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. 

- Little by little, the two of you grow closer and become more comfortable with each other; even though he’s sort of forming a crush on you and gets easily flustered by you. 

- Probably unsurprisingly, he doesn’t just drop you when Hermione and, more so, Ron go back to being his friends. Instead, you’re welcomed into their little clique, particularly by Hermione who appreciates having another girl in the group and can immediately see that Harry has feelings for you; even if he stutteringly protests to it. 

- Funnily enough, initially, he doesn’t even think to ask you to the Yule ball until you’re sitting at breakfast one day and he looks at you and a light just goes off in his head. He’s just as nervous about asking you as he would be with anyone else; probably even more so considering the fact that he’s pretty much in love with you, but he manages to keep his cool a little better with you since you’re supposed to be his friend. 

“Erm, y/n? Would you like to go to the ball with me?” 

- When you happily agree, he gives you a “brilliant”, his heart racing and a small smile plastered across his lips. 

- Godric, the look on his face when he first saw you the day of the ball. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, his face turning a delicate shade of pink as you first took his arm and gave him a smile. He was so distracted by you that he hardly even noticed that he needed to start dancing with you, he only snapped out of it when you told him to take you by the waist. 

- It’s after the ball that he knows for sure that he’s in love with you, and if he’s able to triumph over dragons and defeat Lord Voldemort at the age of one then he can ask out the girl that he’s fallen for, right? Easier said than done.

- Harry is pretty awful with women. He’s awkward and shy and clumsy, and it’s adorable in retrospect; and in some other cases, but it’s not exactly beneficial to the evolution of your relationship. He keeps trying to confess, keeps wondering how he’s gonna do it, tries to do it but is interrupted in some way or just can’t bring himself to actually say what he wants to. 

- It isn’t until fifth year that he finally manages to do so. You’re both left alone in the room of requirement as everyone leaves after their most recent lesson. He walks over to you and the two of you talk. You ask him a few questions, make sure he’s alright with everything that’s happening and before you know it, you’re both drifting closer and kissing each other. 

- It’s soft and slow, and when you pull away, he’s got this dazed sort of look on his face that gives you butterflies. He gets a hold of himself as you go to grab your things and leave, calling out to you in a quick explosion of words, asking if you’d go out with him. 

- He has to repeat himself so that you can actually understand what he’d asked but once he does, a bright smile spreads across your face and his heart skips a beat as you agree. 

- Due to a certain frog-faced substitute headmaster, you can’t exactly express your feelings in public, but just knowing that you’re officially his girlfriend gives him a certain sense of comfort and reassurance that otherwise wouldn’t be there. 

- The girl of his dreams is finally his and he couldn’t be happier. 

- Harry, in general, just isn’t the type of person to be all over you while you’re out in public. He tends to save most of his affection for when you’re behind closed doors, mainly because he’s a bit shy and easily flustered; especially by you. 

- Given the fact that Harry was provided with nothing but negative attention throughout his entire childhood, he’s definitely going to be a bit awkward when it comes to affection. That being said: he loves when you give it to him and really starts to crave it after you first pay him special attention.

- Handholding. He’ll tentatively slip his hand into yours while you’re standing together or grip it tightly as you both excitedly run somewhere.

- He could genuinely hug you for hours if you let him.

- Gentle touches.

- Soft kisses.

- Quick kisses in the midst of danger or when he’s leaving to do something important.

- Kissing his scar. 

- Ruffling and playing with his consistently messy hair.

- Hair petting. He’ll usually stroke his hand down/through your hair as you kiss.

- Long, loving snogging sessions. Sometimes, you’ll pull off his glasses so that you can kiss him better and he just melts.

- He loves cuddling with you; it’s one of the things that really bring him comfort. You’ll usually be the little spoon whenever you do, he’ll bury his face in your hair and wrap his arms tight around you, not letting go until morning.

- Considering the fact that he has like zero experience with girls, he usually just calls you by your name since that’s what seems most natural to him.

- Flustering him whether you mean to or not; it’s usually quite easy to do since he’s so inexperienced with girls.

- Getting mini gifts. A piece of candy here, a little trinket there, things like that.

- Dates at the Three Broomsticks. He loves kissing you and tasting the butterbeer on your lips.

- Dancing together.

- Spending time alone in the room of requirements.

- Sneaking around all the unknown tunnels and rooms of Hogwarts with him.

- Him using the invisibility cloak to come see you and sneak the two of you out somewhere.

- Study dates.

- Him helping teach you spells and defensive magic. He likes seeing that look of glee on your face when you do something right, and having the excuse to hold and guide your hand/stand close to you.

- Watching his eyes widen in shock and a smile spread across his face when you do something impressive. He’s so proud of you.

- Awkwardly and shyly reading news articles written about the two of you. Your parents have quite the reaction when they find out you’re dating the boy wizard himself.

- Hagrid gushing over and teasing the two of you. He sometimes gets a little sentimental seeing the two of you together. He knew Harry when he was such a wee little thing and here he is, all grown up and in such a lovely little relationship.

- Cheering him on at Quidditch games regardless of what house you’re in. It makes him so happy to see you rooting for him.

- Endearing sarcasm. He can be a smartass when he wants to be.

- Attempting to write to him over the summer.

- Having him stay with you over the summer or at least letting him visit for some time once you hear how he’s treated by the Dursley’s.

- Running to hug him when you’re finally reunited at the beginning of the school year.

- Being teased by Malfoy. Harry has probably almost killed him a couple of times; only stopped by the fact that Ron was holding him back.

- Hermione and Ron giving the two of you looks.

- Becoming a part of the golden “trio” and having double dates with Ron and Hermione.

- Accompanying him on adventures and quests.

- When everything starts to turn to shit around you, he may try to break up with you in order to protect you. He loves you too much to risk you getting hurt because of him.

- Standing by him, even when things go wrong and other people desert him.

- Comforting him. Harry has gone through a lot and though he won’t admit it to most people, he needs a little support. You’re his rock and he couldn’t live without you.

- He always tries his best to comfort you, even though he usually has no idea how or if his plan will work. That being said, he always just seems to know how to cheer you up.

- He’s a pretty jealous person but he tries to hide it most of the time. He hates the thought; and sight, of you with other boys and gets a bit annoyed whenever he sees you with them. He’ll be a bit passive aggressive when you go over to him, saying he’s “brilliant” when you ask what’s wrong. He just doesn’t want to lose you.

- He’s always surprised whenever you actually get jealous over him but he sort of likes it. He feels bad that you’re upset and reassures you that he only loves you but he can’t deny that it feels nice to know that you care enough about him to be jealous.

- Overprotective. After everything that’s happened to him and the people around him, he watches over you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. He’d defend you with his life if he had to.

- Harry tends to give you a sort of silent treatment when he’s mad, usually before saying something passive aggressive or harsh when you don’t really acknowledge his behavior or go to leave him alone. You’ll most likely argue until the issue is solved or until he shuts you out, either doing so by walking away in a huff or causing you to leave by his lack of responses.

- Regardless of whether you were in the wrong or if he was, he’s most likely the one to approach you. If you were in the wrong, he’ll come up to you and make some comment, trying to prompt an apology; because that’s all he really wants.

- If he’s in the wrong, he’ll feel really guilty and keep staring over at you until he can’t take it and finally asks if you can talk. He’ll ask how you are before telling you that he’s sorry and that he knows he was wrong. After he does so, he’ll ask if you forgive him/if you guys can go back to normal, smiling and kissing your cheek when you agree.

- There's quite a few I love you’s in your relationship. He loves hearing you say it; even though it flusters him, and he just feels the need to let you know how much he cares about you; especially as you get older and he loses more people without being able to let them know how important they were to him.

- The two of you will have to go through some difficult situations but he knows he wants to be with you for the rest of his life. You just need to get through this rough patch and then you can have a perfect little life together.

[scriptaed]

bygones of the sun. 08 (m)

genre: angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

pairing: reader x hoseok;

length: 4.6k;

synopsis: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

Regardless of the endless praying in the waking hours of midnight and desperate texts to Hani and Junghwa for help, the sun rises nevertheless; rather than replacing, the radiant glow of the sun blinds the darkness of the cold night into nearly nonexistence and the morning comes along with it in an inevitable solar system bound to revolve around its center.

After hours of rolling around in bed—too hot, kick one leg out over your blankets, too cold, bury yourself under the heat you had insulated from tossing and turning—you manage to barely get in a few hours of sleep before waking up only to look into the mirror in dismay over the dark circles drooping under your eyes.

Well, at least that might turn Hoseok off from doing whatever the needy, mischievous, and maybe even horny bad boy deprived of action side of him did to you last night.

A few splashes of fresh, cold water in the sink of your motel room and a messy albeit best bun you could every tie up are all that you figure you would need before marching off into the dining hall just three flights of stairs down; after all, who are you trying to impress? Certainly not Hoseok…

...or at least that’s what you tell yourself; because nevertheless, even after chanting to yourself under your breath that you would do everything and anything to avoid garnering his attention today, and perhaps the rest of eternity, you still take a quick glance in the mirror to assure yourself that your casual black tank top and gray sweatpants are of at least a presentable state. Maybe it’s the lack of sleeping getting to you or maybe it’s the adrenaline mixed with shock from last night’s incident with the boy you’ve been dreaming of since last year that endorses your self confidence that you smile at yourself after a quick scan in the floor length mirror and proceed to skip your way down into the first floor of the niche motel where Jimin had informed you last night that he and the rest of the boys would be getting breakfast.

As you jog down the stairs like a child on the eve of Christmas, you find yourself subconsciously humming to an oh-so-familiar tune; although you can’t quite put a finger on the exact title of the track, the image, the senses, the serenity that comes along with the nostalgic tune floods you into a timeless reverie. An earphone plugged in your right ear while the laughs of others and the tires rolling against the gravel rushes into your left, you can practically feel the cotton of a sweater wrapping you in warmth along with a crisp, spicy masculine scent as you lay your head against the comfortable crook of someone’s shoulder. The squeaking of broken in sneakers against the hardwood floor and the beats of the track echoing in a vast, empty room. You can imagine it all, evidently too real to be conjured up in your head.

“Y/N! Over here!” Taehyung’s voice snaps you out of your daze. Stepping a foot into the relatively small, cozy dining room, the enticing aroma of warm soup mixed with traditional spices and herbs fill your nose and state of mind as it pulls your growling stomach closer than ever. You find Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin already decked out in workout attire as they seated themselves with three other less familiar faces before you quickly skid your way to their table. Taehyung flashes you his signature warm, boxy smile, “morning!”

“Good morning,” you press a smile at the five other greetings which follow shortly after.

“Oh?” Jungkook quirks a brow and you reciprocate his gestures. “You’re pretty dressed up today, Y/N.”

“Dressed up?” you nearly choke, eyes popping at your supposedly exact opposite intentions. “Uh no, no, I just threw on whatever I found first in my luggage. Dressing up is the last thing I wanted.”

“Uhuh,” Taehyung drawls, winking at his partner in crime Jungkook. “So, who’s the lucky boy? Is it someone you met at camp yesterday?”

You sigh, “I don’t have my eye on anyone—”

“—oh my God,” both Taehyung and Jungkook gasps, gaping and turning their head in sync, “is it Hoseok?”

“What?” you nearly yell and it feels like your heart is about to fail you. “No!”

“I know we were the ones who asked you to talk to him and convince him to return to the club, but that’s only because we heard you two were a thing… or that you two went out on some dates. But you said you guys didn’t, so…” Jungkook’s voice trails off as he ponders over the rather imaginative albeit somewhat accurate thoughts of his, whereas Taehyung picks up where he left off, “did you catch feelings? Or did you already have feelings for him? You know, how did you convince him to attend camp anyways?”

You gulp. There’s no way you’re telling them the absurd offer Hoseok had proposed, a kiss in exchange for his presence, not to mention the fact that you actually gave him what he wanted and more. The recalling of the tender scene in the kitchen flushes your cheeks to rosy hues as you mumble, “I just begged him until he was too annoyed to decline.”

The boys glance at each other in wariness before Jimin chuckles to break the silence, “where is Hoseok anyways? I told him to meet us here last night, but he left me on read. Do you know what happened to him, Y/N?”

“Huh? Me? Hoseok?” you say louder than intended.

The grim look on his face after he had unexpectedly pulled you in for a session you could only imagine in your dreams just a year ago, when he answered your last question, when you turned your back and left him in the jacuzzi out of shock flashes before your eyes; regardless of having witnessed the sudden change in Hoseok’s demeanor, even you can’t quite explain the reasoning behind it. You thought you were done worrying for him throughout the entirety of last night, however, now that everything around you seems to always come back to Hoseok, you can’t help but wonder what you can do to help him… despite how much he has changed.

“Oh, there he is,” Jimin calls out and your entire body freezes in place, too scared to turn around and face him after last night. “Hoseok—”

“—Y/N,” you can hear the familiar voice of his as his low uttering resonates in your ear and rumbles throughout your chest.

You take a deep breath and gulp, pretending as if you had heard a apparition and turning to grab a plate and utensil to fetch some steamed vegetables in the hotpot placed in the middle of the wooden table.

“Y/N,” Hoseok mutters sternly. You can see his maroon tee and grey sweatpants in the corner of your eyes while Jimin glances between you and Hoseok as the latter takes a step closer to you. “Y/N, we need to talk. I’m sorry about last night. Please, at least listen to what I have to say—”

“—I see we have hot pot for breakfast today,” you interject, turning to Jimin and stuffing your mouth with boiled food which burns your mouth, but not before blurting, “kind of unusual, but I’m not complaining. Thanks for the meal.”

Hoseok sighs, looking the other way in lack of amusement for a split second before placing his hand on your shoulder, “Y/N—”

“—actually, Y/N, guys,” Jimin cuts in and gently extracts Hoseok’s hand from your shoulder. “Hoseok and I have to discuss our plans for today and the rest of the camp. You guys eat first and we’ll join you afterwards in the practice room.”

With that, Jimin ushers Hoseok out of the dining hall, dragging him forward as your eyes briefly lock with Hoseok’s as he reluctantly looks over his shoulder to glimpse at you for a few times. A part of you pangs with guilt for blatantly ignoring him like that, especially since you could sense the sincerity in his apology, but it was just too soon, too awkward for you; and while you know Hoseok as a person completely unaffected by the public’s eye, you’re less than willing to review last night’s moment of intimacy in front of the other boys.

One of the boys clears his throat to break the silence, and everyone turns to stare at him wide-eyed. Chestnut hair and tan skin, you manage to recall him as one of the main albeit in need of Hoseok’s guidance members, Namjoon. He reaches his hand out to firmly shake yours before gesturing for you to take a seat next to him on the wooden bench, “I don't think I've ever introduced myself yet. I'm Namjoon. I've heard a lot about you… Y/N?”

“Yeah, Y/N. That's the name,” you grin and seat yourself next to Namjoon. “It's nice I'm finally meeting the oh-so-popular dance group of our school.”

The boys chuckle at your remark when the rather fair skinned, blond and petite albeit carrying a mien years more mature than boys his age leans forward next to Namjoon to give you a pressed smile and a small wave, “the name's Yoongi.”

“And I'm Jin,” the boy across from you and next to Taehyung and Jungkook waves both jointy hands at you before digging his chopsticks into the shared pot and chiming, “now let's eat already. I'm starving here!”

-

The rest of breakfast passes by smoothly as you and the boys laugh over small talk and gather your things to head over to the first practice session of the day. While Taehyung and Jungkook went to find Jimin, you stayed behind with Namjoon, Jin, and Yoongi. Although they’re not as energetic and bubbly as the other three, you soon find your new friends to be just as dorky as they goof off and even tease Hoseok as he leads the practice through stretches and choreograph; but even through all the teasing and giggling, Hoseok never seems to lose his cool over something which happened all too much back in his days as the captain, for he simply rolls his eyes and directs his attention elsewhere.

Everything passes by smoothly, or at least you think, because shortly after laughing at Jin’s less than sufficient, duck-with-a-broken-leg looking spin, you become determined to show him how it’s properly done before placing one leg over the other and somehow managing to trip over your own feet in midspin. It all happens too fast for you to register, but what you do recall is your right foot twisting at the weirdest of angles, sending a crack echoing in your vicinity and a spike of pain traveling from your feet up as your body tumbles to the floor. You’re grasping at your ankle and hissing at the wincing pain still numbed by adrenalin when you look up from the ground to suddenly find Hoseok right next to you after having dropped all things and rushed to your side, scanning you up and down in worry while the rest of the boys peer over at you from behind Hoseok in sympathy.

And the next thing you know, you find yourself hoisted into the air as Hoseok carries you in his firm arms out of the dance room. The spur of the moment prohibits you from protesting, for all you can do is lie there and peer up at Hoseok in complete awe. You don’t know if it’s the return of the glimmer in his eyes when times of crisis lures out the former captain in him, but the stern, serious and worried expression of his furrowed brows and pressed lips enables you to put your full trust in him. The Hoseok you’re looking at now is more capable than you’ve ever seen him before; war scars, adversities, sympathy and empathy, he’s gone through it all.

The fact that he doesn’t even notice you ogling your eyes at him, or at least the fact that he chooses not to comment on it, only further supports your observation as he carefully lays you on the floor of the empty hall right outside the practice room where a vending machine remains buzzing throughout the silence.

“So,” Hoseok finally says, your eyes widening and darting up to stare at him as his own line of sight remains on the first aid kit and your swelling ankle. “Mind explaining to me how this happened?”

“I… um…” you mumble; something about his new mien akin to a stern captain tells you to be cautious of how you answer. “I accidentally tripped—”

“—tell me the truth,” Hoseok deadpans, glimpsing up from your injury to lock eyes with you and you swear your heart had never panicked more.

Clearing your throat, you bashfully look down at the ground in shame, “okay, fine. I was playing around with Jin and lost my focus, which caused me to trip midspin.”

A few seconds of silence pass, and it feels like an hour of intense pondering over endless penalties or scolding are running through his unamused eyes before he finally sighs and his body language along with his aura softens, “really? You tripped because of that? How clumsy can you be? I used to encourage everyone to dance if they wanted to, but maybe it’s safer if I don’t do the same with you. You really aren’t cut out to be a dancer.”

“...well, sorry I’m not as good as you,” you mumble and pout when you recall the contradiction between what he’s saying to you now and what he had to said to you a year ago.

Another moment of silence passes, and whether it’s from exhaustion having practiced for an hour and a half or from this entire stressful situation playing out right before you, you can feel beads of sweat trickling down your temple.

“No,” Hoseok finally utters as he wraps a roll of cloth tape bandage over your throbbing ankle. He follows his statement without looking up at you, “I should be the one apologizing. I’m sorry about last night. Whether you liked it or not, I shouldn’t have forced myself on you. I don’t really have the explanation you deserve, so an apology is all I can give right now.”

His words freeze you in place. You don’t think you’ve ever heard him as genuine and serious as he is now, at least not since the tense moment you two had shared in his car after your first date with him. You don’t what to say, because it’s not like you’re mad at him. You’re completely worried over his mental well-being, and the grim look on his face only worries you more.

“It’s okay. I understand and I forgive you,” you meekly say, and you can hear a soft sigh of relief escape his slightly curved lips.

He continues wrapping your leg until your ankle is fixed into the right position and the bandage prohibits you from moving it for as long as it’s on while you intently gaze at him out of your subconscious. Sweat thinning his bangs and dripping from its ends, his chest rises steadily with each intake of breath as his eyes and focus completely fixates on your injury. It takes you a while to notice and admit, but your foot isn’t the only thing swelling, for your heart swelters and grows tender at the sight of him.

Unlike the bad boy demeanor of Hoseok you had come to know, there’s something so attractive about a boy who’s ambitious enough to reach for the skies, tough on the outside but soft to the weak, and stubborn but willing to own up to his mistakes. This isn’t the dance captain you had fallen for in the dance studio last year. This is a mix of all the unknowns and wonders of the universe, the sun and the moon collided into one.

Why does he have such an effect on you?

Why are you so weak to someone as confusing as him?

Why can’t you convince yourself that the only persona of his you’ll ever like is the one you had fallen for back then? 

It’s as if the mystical moment when the sun reached its zenith high in the sky and its rays showered upon you and him in the midst of the night fallen dance room refuses to leave the back of your mind?

“You know,” Hoseok lowly states, finally trailing his eyes up to find your own wide ones before cracking a smug grin, “I can take you out to dinner as an apology, if you’d like.”

You scoff, jaw slacking wide open, “uh, no thanks. I wouldn’t have been so careless and gotten myself injured if I knew this was the comforting I was going to receive.”

“The ‘if you’d like’ part isn’t a question. It’s mandatory,” Hoseok chuckles before the stern look on his face returns along with the lopsided, pressed smile. “But as much as it pains me to hear that, I’m glad to hear you won’t be so reckless anymore.”

The deafening silence filled with the buzz of the vending machine behind him pushes you to finally address the thought that had kept you up late into the night. “Hoseok,” you utter, and maybe it’s the tone of pity or concern he spots in your voice, but his head and his eyes remain lowered to the ground. “Is something bothering you? Are you okay? Yesterday… you didn’t seem… right.”

Hoseok then settles into stillness, even his fingers stop in the midst of tying a knot in the bandages; but after a couple of more dreadful seconds, he resumes the work at hand without looking up at you. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he mutters before tying the knot and lightly patting your foot to signal the completion of your treatment. He glances up at you and gives you a small smile, “Be more careful next time, okay? For the sake of my poor heart, please stop being so clumsy.”

You snort and lean back with hands planted flat on the ground behind you, “I only sprained my ankle. You’re acting like I broke my leg or something.”

“You might’ve just sprained your ankle this time, but that’s because you lucked out,” he shakes his head. Then, his eyes flicker to gaze straight into yours, as if speaking from the heart, “injuries can be detrimental to dancers, and I know I said you’re not cut out to be a dancer, but if you really want to dance or even remain in this world with me, then please be more careful. Alright?”

“...okay, but be in the same ‘world with you?’ Please, don’t flatter yourself,” you refute, and he chuckles. “Plus, I’m not a dancer.”

Hoseko sits back with his hands spread out on either side of him, planted on the hardwood floor. He cocks his head to the side along with a brow, “who says?”

“You.”

“I was just messing around with you as always. You know that I don’t mean it.”

“But I bet you really meant it. Most of the newcomers aren’t even half as good as you,” you remark. Seeing how swell the mood had become, you decide to test the waters. “In fact, you’re probably thinking I’m just another one of those silly girls who always watched you in dance practice and is hoping for you to make a return.”

Hoseok raises a brow and chuckles with minimum effort, “I never said that.”

“But dancers are…” you struggle to find the right phrase, “dancers are like… you.”

Silence ensues as he watches you with a void hole in his eyes and an amused smile dancing in the corner of his lips.

“Hm…” he hums and lolls his head back and around the other side of his neck. “How so?”

His question catches you off guard, because while the Hoseok you had gotten to know would have gotten irritated and brushed off your question, this Hoseok seems intrigued by your constant pestering.

What should you do? Should you really tell him how you felt? About how you were one of those silly girls who watched him during dance practice? About how you had fallen head over heels in love with the old him?

This is all or nothing; and while something in your gut tells you not to, the irrational part of you follows the spur of the moment and decides to embark on a final mission to retrieve the sun that had long fallen and given rise to the dark night.

“I don’t know… I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s… it’s something about the way you dance. When you dance,” your brows knit as you struggle with your words, but Hoseok remains still as he patiently waits for you to finish your thought, “it’s like the entire room lights up in your presence. Even at night with the shades closed, you manage to somehow brighten the room, as if… as if you’re the embodiment of the sun itself.”

Hoseok maintains his silence, so you continue to fill up the awkward aftermath of your confession.

“You probably don’t get what I’m saying, but it just amazes me what you can do with your dance,” the more you speak, the more you can envision the enlightening moment you had first taken a peek through the cracks of the dance room’s door, “when people watch you dance it’s like the sun revolves around you and time slows, manipulated even, because you’ve suddenly become the center of the universe.”

Getting ahead of yourself, you decide to shut your mouth where you had stopped and fold your hands uncomfortably in your lap as you sheepishly stare the ground; you can feel the piercing gaze of his boring a hole into the top of your head.

“You’re right, you’re not a dancer; you’re a God damn poet,” Hoseok snorts, averting his eyes as he chortles at your splurge of awe-inspiring words before returning to lock his eyes with yours, a mix of amusement and lack of amusement, maybe even irritation, filling the dark orbs of his irises. “You know, you sound awfully like one of those girls who’d always watch me at practice back in the days… sometimes makes me wonder who you really are what your purpose is. Tell me, why are you trying to get me to dance again?”

With the tick of the clock’s hand, the entire world turns upside down. The soft, empathetic Hoseok had dissipated and the curious yet mysterious bad boy had returned. Even with warm, yellow lights illuminating the hallways, all you can see is pitch black and all you can feel is the wrath of the cold at being caught red handed.

Does he know? Or is he merely speculating? You had completely forgotten his previous more than suspicious speculations regarding your identity, but now all of it has resurfaced once again.

“...what?” you barely manage to utter.

And out of the blue, your world reverts to its normal state like the flick of a lightbulb. The warmth of his pressed smile and the shake of his head brings you back into relief, but your panicking heart never fails to initiate the flight-or-fight response in your veins.

“Nothing,” Hoseok laughs and pats your ankle once again before standing up. “There, all wrapped up and good to go. I’ve got errands to run. I’ll see you later, then.”

The extended conversation proves to be rather taxing when you stumble over your own foot the second you get up. Figuring your wrapped ankle and lightheaded state would only hinder you further, you decide to skip the rest of practice and retreat back to your room.

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Complete darkness envelops you into a dazed state of mind as you awaken from what you discover to be a lengthy nap. Your entire room is pitch black, your head throbs along with your ankle, and you can barely weave your way through your room without stubbing a toe on a furniture hidden in the dark. Your eyes peep open, dry and heavy as if weights were suspended on the edges of your lids, and you clear your throat in a futile attempt to rid the sore scratches of its walls. Unfortunately for you, water isn’t one of the many things you had packed on this trip, so you grab your wallet and keys and stumble your way down to the vending machine.

With each step deeper into the dark halls illuminated by the moonlight pouring into the windows which lines the wooden walls, your consciousness becomes clearer and clearer and your senses begin to pick up things that had only been registered as blurs; the patters of your footsteps, the chirps of the crickets high in the mountains, the buzz of the vending machine, and the distant groans echoing from down the hall…

...the groans and hisses of pain which shouldn’t have even resonated in the halls hours past midnight.

Whether it be a member of the club breaking the rules, an employee of the motel, or maybe even an outsider intruding upon private property, your pulse races at the thought of someone within the vicinity of you. Crouching low, you cautiously and ever-so-slowly tiptoe as much as your injured foot could muster towards the dance room where the noises are coming from.

A few squeaks of sneakers inciting friction between itself and the polished, wooden floor are followed by ample panting and heaving before one last loud squeak and a pitiful yelp which tugs at your heartstrings—collapse.

The sympathetic side of you kicks you into action, and just as you’re about to go running into the room at full speed to aid the person in need, the sight which lies ahead keeps you locked behind the doorway—eerily similar to the past you, peering into the dance room and fearing confrontation…

...except this time, there’s nothing so enchanting about what lies before you.

Something in your stomach falls, pain gnawing away at your gut as if to tell you you should have known. Fallen, head low, chest heaving and lips grunting. Pitiful, vulnerable, helpless, turned against the wrath of the entire world. No one can understand him. No one can feel the mental and physical pain he’s experiencing right now.

The moonlight floods through the windows and showers the sun rays which contaminate him of the looming past until all that remains are the shadows of the facade of the old him he had tried to put up for the sake of you throughout camp. Alas, the full moon reaches its zenith tonight and there’s something about its blinding presence which tells you it’ll be a while before you see the sun.

Teeth gritted and jaws clenched, he crawls his body back against the mirror walls and curls into a state of vulnerability you had never seen before in the tough Hoseok you knew and had reluctantly fallen for; but the thing is, this isn’t that Hoseok. The boy brings one of his legs into his chest and his hands grab helplessly at his lower swelling leg, groaning in pain.

The only reason he isn’t dancing anymore is simpler than you would’ve ever thought. It can’t be the complete story, for the only thing you could see outside of his flooded, frantic mind is the sudden revelation that the only reason he isn’t dancing anymore is because he can’t; however, what lies underneath is of utmost complexity akin to the origin of the sun, the moon, and the universe itself.

[dumdumsun]

Forever and Never

A/N: One more chapter! You guys are a dream, thank you so much for reading ❤️

Warnings: mentions of marijuana, derogatory terms for homosexuality, blood/gore and death/dying

Word Count: 5690

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Eight: All Die Young

“Um… I think besides everything with Ricky… the night of homecoming was one of the most traumatic experiences of my life.”

“With Bradley Lewis’s death.”

“Yeah. I-I mean, it started off as a normal day, a-a great day, actually.”

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Awaking to a text from Stanley Barber, informing me that he was driving us to school, was a heavenly sight. Almost as heavenly as waking up beside the boy, himself in the near future. Grabbing my phone off its charger, I rolled onto my stomach and texted him back, my feet giddily kicking in the air. It amazed me how he could change my entire demeanor within seconds. I could go from a sniveling baby to a hopping and skipping lovesick fool when it comes to Stan. And I don’t even think he meant to have this much of an effect on me. I wondered if I had the same effect on him? I never really paid much attention to it, just accepted the fact that he would never reciprocate my feelings. Even during that time, I had no idea if we were a couple or just adoring each other. It didn’t matter, though. Stan was finally looking at me the way I wanted him to.

Jacob stared at me with unease as I skipped down the stairs, prancing my way into the kitchen for breakfast. “Mom, (Y/N)’s being weird.” He called out as he opened the front door to leave. Pam hushed him before handing me a plate of food.

“Hush, now, Jacob. Let her be in a good mood for once.”

“For once?” I frowned and sat myself down. Pam smiled over at me and gingerly kissed my forehead as I began eating.

“Yes. For once.”

When I finished eating and readying myself for the day, I received a text message from Stan.

Stan: I’m outside

Me: omw

Pocketing my cell, I called out to my family before stepping outside to see Stan in his car with a grin on his face. “Good morning, lovely!” He called out above his music as I strode up to the vehicle, climbing inside. I gave him my usual greeting before leaning over and kissing his cheek. He chuckled and waited for me to strap myself in before riding down our street. It was clear he was in a good mood, because he let me pick the music for the ride. As Waterloo by ABBA flowed out of the drawn-down car windows, I felt the comforting warmth of his hand latch onto mine. Our combined hands shook to the beat of the music as we happily sang the words to the song. Remember when I said I had only been this happy one other time? This was even better. There were never any consequences to being with Stan, never a dull moment, never a hint of doubt between our bond. I’d never been as close to anyone as I was to him. And now at last, we were even closer in more ways than one.

Stepping onto the school campus, we were no longer strangers. I still walked within my bubble, and I probably always will throughout my life, but from now on there was no need to allow Stan inside. He was planning to be beside me through it all. He wasn’t afraid to be alienated with me any longer, we were to embrace it together. We were going to allow the stares, the whispers, the rumors. Allow them to act as water on a duck’s back. I was proud of him, I was proud of us. Even as I felt the dark brown glare of Ricky Berry trail after the two of us, watching our bashful and lovestruck glances throughout classes, the way we held hands in the halls. I was certain he got the message that I was no longer his, despite the forceful way he claimed me the previous week.

At lunch, I was just about to declare my spot in line when I felt a gentle hold on my arm. Stan, with a warm grin, pulled me away and walked us to an empty table. “Um, Stan, I’d kinda like to eat lunch today.”

“I know, Nugget,” He held up two brown sacks. “I made lunch for the both of us.” The way his grin grew prideful made my heart swell in affection. We sat across from each other as he slid the bag over to me.

“Awe, Stanley, you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to, though,” He shrugged and watched as I took each item out of the bag and carefully organized them. “So, about homecoming. I was thinking we could make a big deal out of it. If you want to.”

“I totally want to,” I nodded, eyes trained on my task. “What were you planning, beautiful?”

I didn’t miss the bashful blush tinting his cheeks when I snuck a glance up at him. “Uh… Well, I was thinking when I pick you up, we can take, like, a shitload of pictures. Like, just let Aunt Pam go at it. She’ll love it.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely.”

“And then after the dance, I wanna take you out to eat.”

“Really? Where to?”

“Nothing too fancy. You don’t like all that. I was driving around yesterday and saw this restaurant that specializes in their pasta,” I suddenly felt the tip of my nose being gently pinched. Looking up, Stan was playfully wiggling my nose with a goofy grin on his face. “I know how much you love pasta.”

“I do,” I laughed and swatted his hand away. “And after that? Are we robbing a bank and driving off into the night?”

“If only,” He wistfully sighed. “But alas, I’m afraid we’ll have to remain trapped within Brownsville until we’re old enough to run away.”

I gave a mischievous smirk. “The entire act of running away is rebellious. Why wait until we’re allowed?”

“Because, frankly, I don’t feel like running away,” We shared a laugh. “But in all seriousness, we go to my house and just chill. We can have a dance contest. Our last was a tie, remember?”

The antsy excitement rushed through my veins the closer the night approached. I was never one for making a scene about school dances, but this time was different. It was my senior year, I had Stan, Ricky was out of the picture. Or at least, he was for the next hour. After lunch, Stan walked me to photography class, the two of us hand-in-hand as we had been for the entire day. Approaching the door, he wished me a good class before leaning in and pecking my lips. Our fingertips lingered as he pulled away and continued to his own class. Feeling my burning cheeks, I turned to go into the room, but an arm blocked my path. “Hey, Zip.”

Inwardly groaning, I looked up at Ricky. His bruises were beginning to fade, the dark ring around his right eye taking its time to heal. I silently hissed at the sight of him. “What.”

“Listen, I just wanted to apologize. Brad talked to me the other day and… made me realize that what I did was really fucked up. Really, babe, I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“You’re so fucking lucky I haven’t called the police on you, Ricky-”

“Yes, I know,” He sighed, discreetly rolling his eyes. “And I really appreciate it. Gives me a chance to better myself, you know? Help you better yourself. And what better way to make up for what I did than to make homecoming the most magical night for you? Yeah? We still on for tonight?”

My eyes dangerously widened at his hopeful smile, his expression melting under my fiery stare. “Are you kidding me?! Hell no! You think I wanna be anywhere near you?!”

“(Y/N)-”

“Besides, I already have another date.” I shrugged and moved to duck under his arm, but he leaned against the doorframe to decline me access inside. I quickly backed away from him, my fear kicking in at his brash behavior.

“What, Stan The Faggot? You’re really going with that fucking twink when you could be going with me?” He laughed right in my face. I lifted my chin and stepped forward.

“Don’t ever speak about Stanley that way. He’s the most kind-hearted person I’ve ever met and is an even better boyfriend than you’ll ever be to anyone-”

“Boyfriend?!” He cackled. “I knew it. How could I not? It was so obvious! You’re fucking crazy.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You don’t see the way he dresses? He’s fucking weird, (Y/N). He’s a goddamn drug dealer. What is he gonna offer you? Huh? Free weed? Babe… Come on, you are so better off with me.”

He lightly shook his head with a smile of disbelief as I took out my phone. “I just remembered. You’re not supposed to be near me, talking to me, or even looking at me. I think Jacob would love to hear about this-”

“Fuck you.” Ricky hissed before stomping away, leaving me in an empty hallway that was filled with the ringing of the tardy bell not too long afterwards. At that point, I was just about sick of guys. I was irritable during gym class, running off my anger and letting it steam off my shoulders. When the coach told us we could stop, I took greedy gulps of air and trudged to a nearby bench to rest. As I plopped down, I noticed Syd and Dina walking together to the opposite side of the field. It was good to know they were to finally talk everything out. Now for her and Stan to make up…

I was thankful for a split second for the shadow that casted over the burning sun raining down on me, but huffed upon seeing who it was. Some guy from my math class stood before me. He was shirtless, displaying his six-pack and chest glistening with sweat. He beamed down at me with a suave smirk. “Hey, Zip.”

“Hey.”

“So… I know you and Ricky are… you know. So, since the dance is tonight-”

“Sorry, I already have a date.”

“Right,” He nodded slowly, beginning to back away. “I should’ve known. No worries.”

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“And he just walked away?!” Stan laughed on our drive home from school. My hold on his hand tightened as I tried to hold in my own laugh.

“No, he ran away!” I snorted, triggering the increase of his laughter.

“What is that, the fourth guy today?”

“Don’t remind me.” I rolled my eyes as he pulled up to my house. Unbuckling myself, I froze at Stan’s intentuous stare. He reached over and grabbed my hand again, raising it to his lips.

“I expect you to dazzle everyone like you usually do.” He kissed my knuckles.

My breath hitched. “Of course. And I expect you to do better than me, like you usually do. What time should I be ready?”

“I’m picking you up at eight. On the dot.”

“On the dot, got it.” I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. He returned it and tilted his head to try and deepen it, but I pulled away with a giggle. Stan watched in awe as I got out of the car, snatching up my backpack as I did. Waving him off, I turned and headed inside my house.

I had to look perfect. Not just for Stan, but for me. This was a new era of myself, I had shedded my skin and materialized as something beautiful. I had to showcase just how beautiful I’ve become. So, after my shower, I struck up a playlist and dolled myself up. Starting off with my hair, I simply pinned it up with white butterfly hair clips. My makeup was nothing special, other than the baby pink eyeshadow and the small application of glitter over it. To seal up the look, I added cherry lip gloss to give my lips a bit of a pop. I hoped Stan would appreciate it. My face burned at the thought of him tasting the cherry on my mouth. Backing away from my mirror before I exploded, I entered my closet. My dress was something I never thought I would ever wear. It matched my makeup in baby pink. An off-the-shoulder look that hugged my torso and flared out to the floor. I managed to zip it up myself before slipping on a pair of white heels. Turning to my reflection, I let out a breath.

I had never looked any more beautiful, I think. I remember gazing at my parents’ wedding photo as a child and wishing to look as beautiful as my mother one day. I wondered if she was looking down at me, proud of who I had become at that point. Gazing fondly down at the ring on my pinky, I blinked back the stinging of my tears.

Yeah, she’s proud.

An eager three knocks sounded at my door and I hurried to open it. Pam immediately teared up the moment her eyes settled on me, camera ready in her hand. “Oh, my baby… You look so gorgeous! Just like your mom!” She gushed. I could only chuckle as she took multiple pictures of me. Hearing a taunting laugh, I looked down the hall to see Jacob leaning against the wall, silently mocking his mother’s excitement. I kindly showed my middle finger to him, much to Pam’s disappointment. “Oh, come on. Now it’s in the picture! Jake, leave your sister alone!”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He feigned innocence and batted his eyelashes at me. I playfully sneered at him before David’s voice sounded from downstairs.

“(Y/N), Stan is here!”

Grabbing my phone, I checked the time. Eight o’clock. On the dot. That punctual bastard. Clutching my phone in my hand, I nervously made my way to the top of the stairs. Everyone was waiting for me at the bottom, including Stan. God, he looked so cute. He was wearing his baby blue suit, some sort of black and tan shirt beneath that oddly went well with the suit. Leave it to Stan to defy the laws of fashion. I could tell he paid extra care to his hair, the way it was styled perfectly for his curls to sit off to the left side of his forehead. I was sure I was grinning like a maniac as I descended the stairs, but Stan’s expression was the reason I was grinning. He looked absolutely astonished and at a loss for words. His jaw was dropped and eyes were bulging as he watched me walk closer to him. When I quietly greeted him, he couldn’t even respond. Great job, (Y/N), you broke him.

“How’d I do?” I whispered and hooked arms with him. At my touch, he snapped out of his haze and beamed at me.

“You certainly did not disappoint, lovely.”

“Awe, and you aren’t looking too bad yourself, beautiful.”

Pam squealed from the sidelines before rushing over to us. “Stanley, doesn’t she look stunning?”

“Absolutely, Aunt Pam.” He grinned at the older woman as she began taking photo after photo of us. We decided to indulge her and pose for each one. All the while, I felt a red hot glare from the side. Glancing its way, I noticed Jacob fuming at the sight of Stan and I hugged up on each other. His Big Brother Mode was going to activate the second Pam was done with us. To my horror, she finished sooner than I thought. As she excitedly showed our photos to David, I watched as Jacob slowly approached us. Just as he opened his mouth to spit some sort of threat towards the poor, unsuspecting Stan, I turned to the front door and flung it open.

“Well, we really have to go! We’re already late, you know.” I chuckled and gently shoved Stan out of the house.

“Oh! Yeah, of course!” Pam called out after us. “You two be careful out there! And have fun!”

“And (Y/N)-” Jacob began to add in a warning, but I waved him off, mouthing an ‘I know’ as Stan scrambled to hold the car door open for me. I quietly thanked him and climbed inside. The car ride to the dance was very pleasant. The hum of soft rock music fit the mood of our night as we quietly sang along. Stan found a parking spot rather quickly and leaned back in his seat after turning the car off. Bringing the visor down, I checked myself in the mirror, gently running my fingers over my white gold hoop earrings gifted to me by my dad for my previous birthday. They were pretty expensive and I hardly wore them, so why not? Hearing a click, I turned to see Stan lighting up a joint. After he took a hit, he looked my way and smiled, offering it to me. Without any hesitation, I joined him in a quick session. As I took my third hit, I felt his eyes on me.

“What?” I raised a brow and exhaled the smoke. His eyes shown in adoration.

“What a sight you are…”

“A sight? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you’re sitting in my old-school car, looking like a goddess and smoking a joint. You’re so beautiful… Just perfection.”

“Jeez, maybe I should get dolled up to smoke more often.” I joked and handed it back to him. We shared a chuckle before Stan put the smoke out. He gave me a wink before getting out of the car and rounding it to let me out.

Our highs kicked in the moment we stepped into the gymnasium. Our clammy hands found each other as we walked further in. I let him lead me through the sea of dancing bodies and bouncing balloons, the two of us hitting them out of our way as we ended up near the bleachers. When we stopped, we overlooked the scene before us as I leaned my head on his shoulder. “Best theater in town, Stan.”

“Best theater in town, (Y/N),” He looked down at me with furrowed brows. “So, why aren’t you on stage?”

“I don’t perform without my co-star.”

“Well, in that case.” He took hold of both my hands and swung us around. At that, we let loose, broadcasting our best secret dance contest moves to anyone willing to watch. I thought it was perfect. The two outcasts, both outcasts for difference reasons, wildly dancing together away from everyone else. And yet, they were the life of the party. It was meant to be. My feet stung from the stomping and jumping I was doing in my heels, but I couldn’t care less.

“I fucking hate this song!” I joyfully shouted, eliciting a laugh from my date.

“Me, too!” From the sound of our laughter, it was clear the two of us were high. Three songs later, in the middle of my rounds of spinning, I felt Stan’s hands on my waist, attempting to stop me. When I did, my surroundings rotated around me and I leaned into him for support. Looking up, I saw Sydney awkwardly smiling at the both of us.

“Oh! Hey, Syd! I love your dress.” I smiled and gestured to her attire. Her smile widened.

“Thanks, (Y/N), y-you look great.”

“Awe, thanks.” I gushed and bashfully waved her off. My attention turned to Stan, who had a look of indifference on his face, but a hint of pain in his eyes. Sydney noticed it, too, and looked back at me.

“Uh… Can I borrow Stan for a second?”

“Go ahead.” I motioned. Stan stared at me for a second before following Syd onto the bleachers. I suddenly felt very out of place, so I decided to keep my hands busy and get myself some punch. Thankfully, I found Dina there, pouring herself a cup. When she noticed me, she quickly set it back down on the table and reached her arms out for a hug. “Dina, you look so good!”

“Are you kidding me?!” We engulfed each other in a tight hug before pulling away. “You look fucking amazing! You always have to show out, huh?”

“I try…” I lowered my voice. As the two of us talked, lonely guys would come up to us and ask to dance, but we would hold hands and politely decline. After the third walked away, Dina turned to me.

“Hey, so… In detention… The thing that Jenny said about Ricky. Was that true…?” The hesitancy in her voice made me deeply inhale as I nodded in confirmation. Instantly, her eyes welled up with tears as her hands covered her mouth. “(Y/N)... I’m so sorry. If I had known, I would’ve been there for you.”

“No, no, Dina!” I quickly took her hands into mine, my heart wrenching. “It’s okay! I’m okay…”

“You’re okay? H-How are you okay?” She frowned and blinked back her tears. A warm smile twitched its way onto my face.

“Stan… he’s been making everything better…” I admitted. Dina’s face lit up before she hugged me all over again.

“Oh my god, (Y/N)! I’m so happy for you! God, you fucking deserve it, girl!” She exclaimed as I hugged back, quietly laughing at her excitement. Our hug was cut short, when Dina caught sight of our dates heading toward us. I turned to them and happily watched as they approached us, their hands lazily clasped together. Sydney held out Stan’s hand over to mine and I gladly took over. “Stan!” Dina grinned at him as he allowed me to lean against his side.

“Dina, you look, um… you look like a Christmas tree.” He awkwardly complimented as I rolled my eyes. Dina looked down at herself.

“Thanks, dude.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded before his eye caught something. “Oh, god. Whitaker’s still watching us.” He sighed. We directed our gaze to our principal, who indeed was standing across the gym, arms folded and a piercing gaze on the four of us.

“It’s probably the most exciting thing that’s ever happened in his entire life.” Sydney crossed her arms, as well, as we all grinned. Stan leaned forward and placed his other hand over ours as he hummed.

“I don’t know, guys. I mean, we’re wanted criminals. Why are we out here in the open? Exposed. First rule of the heist is split the loot and split the fuck up, right?”

“We don’t have any loot, Stan.” I raised a brow in false confusion as Dina smirked at me.

“Yeah, all we did was disrespect this fine institution.”

“And disrespect ourselves.” Sydney finished, Stan humming again before we all shared a soft laugh. Stan’s smile disappeared as a slow song came on. I barely recognized it, but he sure seemed to know it. His free hand reached up to cover his eyes.

“Oh, no. On principle, I just- I can’t,” He groaned and began to free himself from my grasp. “Sorry, this playlist is all over the map. I’ll- I’ll be back.” He squeezed between Syd and I to leave, but I followed right behind. He was nearly at the DJ table, when I managed to stop his striding.

“Stan! Stan, wait!” I laughed and turned him to me. “Come on, I wanna dance to this.”

“(Y/N), I have to enlighten that poor DJ over there.”

“After this song?” I pouted and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I don’t care about the music. I’ll dance to anything with you.”

“That is a lie, but fine,” He sighed before his hands rested on my waist. Our dance started off with timid shuffling, Stan clearly not used to slow dancing. I chuckled and directed his eyes away from his shoes.

“Stan, it’s just swaying, I promise.” I whispered. He gave me an incredulous look before moving with me to the music. Of course, since it’s Stan, he had to add in a few spins that had us stumbling. We laughed aloud when we almost toppled over, and we earned a few weird stares, but we didn’t give a shit. Just as it seemed we were getting the hang of it, a voice that rang throughout the gym interrupted the song and dance.

“Alright, ladies and gentlemen,” Mr File announced from the stage. “If I may have your attention. Stop talking. Look up here please.”

“Thank god, they stopped the song.” Stan whispered in my ear as we turned to the stage. I playfully and gently hit his chest as our teacher continued.

“It is my privilege to introduce your homecoming king and queen, Jeff Butters and Julie Frasheski!”

As the homecoming royalty hopped on stage, we all clapped and cheered for them, Stan and I exchanging looks that said ‘I have no idea who these people are’. “What up, Westinghouse!” Jeff exclaimed into the microphone, his queen by his side, the both of them wearing sashes and crowns. “Yeah! Where my boys at? Whoo! Where do I begin? I wanna thank my mom for meeting my dad-”

His amusing speech was cut off by Bradley Lewis running onstage and clamping his hand over the mic. “Listen up!” He yelled as the feedback screeched. Our smiles dropped as he swayed, clearly drunk. As Mr File tried to take the mic from him, he thrashed about and moved away. “Give me a second! I would like to take this moment to talk about something very important that affects everyone here.”

“What the fuck…?” I muttered and watched as he turned to the middle of the crowd.

“Sydney Novak!” His exclamation sent a flinch through Stan and I, and I felt him tense under my hold on his arm. “Hey, Sydney! Raise your hand! Raise your hand! Give a wave so everybody can see you!” When she didn’t comply, he moved on, proceeding to pull out Sydney’s supposed diary and flipping through it, exposing all of her secrets to the whole school. He told about how at Ricky’s party, she had kissed Dina upstairs. As he spoke, he hopped off the stage and pushed past people to stalk closer to his victim, the path to her and Dina made clear. I could see the panic in Sydney’s eyes. My blood boiled at the derogatory term he used for her sexuality, but Stan was just about ready to pop. His jaw was severely clenched and his face was flushed red in anger. I felt him move forward, but kept an arm in front of him. But there was no holding him back after the next thing Brad exposed. “And my god, don’t even get me started on the daddy issues on this one. I mean, it’s fucking worse than Zip’s! And we all know about that!” That comment punched me straight in the gut and Stan ripped his arm from my hold, pushing his way through the crowd. “Everyone in Sydney’s life thinks that she’s a piece of shit. And I mean everyone!” His cackling was interrupted when Stan broke through everyone.

“Hey, man! Leave her alone!” He went to stand in front of his friend, but Brad immediately swung, his fist connecting with Stan’s face and sending him to the ground, unconscious. My breathing stuttered before I wordlessly shoved everyone out of the way, trying to get to his limp form. There were a few people separating us that wouldn’t budge. I growled as Brad continued, shaking his fist from the blow.

“But that is not even the weirdest thing about Sydney… Novak,” He took a few steps forward, and I watched as Sydney wiped a tear from her eye. This whole situation was fucked. “Get this. Sydney claims that she has-”

To this day, I have no fucking clue how it happened, but Brad’s words were cut short when his blood and brains exploded onto everyone near him. Including me. I heard nothing but white noise the second the blood platter smacked into my hair, onto my face, my dress, my shoes. Brad’s headless body fell limp to the ground, the remaining of his brains spilling out from where his head should have been. His head should’ve been there… His head should be there! I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. My eyes were glued to the bloodied corpse on the ground. I was sure everyone was screaming and running around, but I couldn’t do the same. I saw shaking Dina’s form, trembling as she moved, but my focus snapped right back to the fucking corpse. I should��ve moved. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve ran. I should have been crying and gagging and panicking, but I just… I couldn’t. I don’t know what the fuck.

“(Y/N)!” I felt a hand pulling me by the arm, but I was in such a state of shock that I blindly let whoever drag me out of the school- no, the crime scene. I felt the cool air nip at my exposed skin, but I still couldn’t have been bothered to react to anything. It wasn’t until I felt a piece of bloody meat slip down my face and disappear into my dress that I could breathe again. I let out a blood-curdling scream as I felt it run down my skin.

“It’s in my dress! It’s touching me!” I cried. The mess of curls in front of me whipped around to face me. Through my teary-eyed vision, I could make out that it was Stan. He was awake, he was fine. But I wasn’t.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?!”

“It’s in my fucking dress!” I gagged as I felt it run down my stomach. “Stan, a piece of his fucking brain-”

He firmly grabbed me by the shoulders and rushed me to his car. I hyperventilated as he placed me in the passenger seat. Before closing the door, he reached into my dress from the bottom and slid his hand from my knees, past my thighs and planted his palm on my stomach. He gagged when his hand touched the meat, grabbing hold of it and ripping his hand from my dress, throwing the flesh to the ground. Stumbling a bit, he shut my door and rounded the car to drive. I had to ride with my window down, letting the wind blow against my face to prevent the contents in my stomach from resurfacing into Stan’s car. He drove all around town, calling out for Sydney. He would glance over at me every once and awhile when I would gag or groan, but that was it.

What a sight I was.

Do I look beautiful now, Stan?

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When Stan decided to give up on the search for Sydney, he sped us to his house. The sirens of police cars and ambulances echoed within my empty mind. But the moment I left the car, I hurled my guts up into Stan’s yard. He caught me before I could fall and rubbed my back until I emptied my stomach. Then when I was done, I did the same for him.

I had no concept of time, I can’t remember how long we were throwing up in his front lawn, but when we were done, he guided me inside the house and down to his room. The second he let go of me to retrieve new clothes, my entire body trembled and shook uncontrollably. “S-Stan… S-S-Stan.” I whimpered out. He returned to me with clothes tucked under one of his arms. He held me by the elbow and guided me to his bathroom, sitting me down on the toilet lid before starting up the shower for me.

“Nugget? Hey, do you want me to-”

“N-No.” I don’t know why I said that. I needed him in that room with me. He was patient enough to look away as I undressed, nearly falling a few times, and stepped into the shower. He left the door slightly ajar, so I was sure he could hear my sobbing as I sat down, letting the water rinse me of Bradley Lewis’s blood and guts.

I returned to Stan in one of his sweatshirts and a pair of his sweatpants. He stood from his bed and carefully watched the way I moved. The way I slowly blinked and walked two steps at a time toward him. Silently, he lifted his covers for me to lay down. I stared at him emptily for a few beats before complying, my back facing him. I felt his lips on my neck and gladly welcomed the kiss before he whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna shower now, okay? I won’t be long.”

“Go ahead.” I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. As Stan showered, my shaking hands reached up and freed my locks from my hair clips. I tried to keep my crying near-silent as I did so, but I wasn’t too sure how loud I was being. Within time, he had returned and laid down beside me in bed. And from the warmth I felt when his back touched mine, I could tell he was shirtless. It was painfully silent as we both unevenly breathed. I bit my fingers to keep myself from crying again. Everything about me felt unbalanced. I wanted to be beaten even. It’s what I deserved for not taking care of myself.

“Hey.” Stan’s whisper broke my train of thought.

“H-Hey…”

“You asleep?”

“No… You?”

“No.” He muttered as I felt the bed dip when he turned around to spoon me. His leg draped over mine as his arms pulled me closer. He pressed his lips to the side of my neck as he deeply inhaled. I closed my eyes and willed myself to ask the question brewing in my mind,

“Do you have any idea what the fuck happened? B-Brad just… h-he fucking…”

“I know,” He murmured against my skin, his hold tightening as well as his throat. I could tell by the way he choked on his breath. “I… I’ll explain it another day. N-Not tonight.”

As we fell asleep an hour later, I knew he’d never explain it.

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For klarosummer bingo, this completes my first row! The prompt was “swimsuit model.”

Fortune Favors

“Bekah, these are amazing,” Caroline gushes. She 100% means it, but she’s laying it on a little thick. She’s seen pictures, mock-ups, and was fitted with prototypes. Now, with the line entirely constructed, all the details finished, Caroline’s impressed.  

Rebekah, however, seems frazzled, her usual rock-solid confidence nowhere to be found. 

Totally understandable. It’s a big day for her.

Rebekah’s working on launching a swimwear line, is funding a big chunk of it herself. Caroline would have agreed to help out even if she didn’t owe Rebekah a favor. Caroline continues flipping through the garments until she finds the tag with her name on it.

She pulls the first hanger off the rack to look at the suit more closely. It’s a white one-piece with a deep-v neck, a belt slim black belt, and ruffled straps. Rebekah fidgets, “We’re styling this one with red lips and heels, a big hat. We’re going to try to shoot this one on the rocks.”

“Sounds good to me.” The shoot seems far more professional from the ones they’d managed to pull together for school projects. They’d done the best they could with the facilities available to students, but the house they’re using today is by far the nicest one Caroline’s ever been inside of. It backs onto a private beach which seems unnecessary considering the freaking gorgeous pool in the backyard. “Who’s the photographer?”

Rebekah grins, clearly pleased with herself. “I managed to convince my brother to donate his services.”

Well. Now Caroline’s nervous. “Your brother Klaus?” she asks, kind of hoping she’s wrong. Klaus Mikaelson is a big deal. He’s shot major covers, A-list celebrities, million-dollar international campaigns.

He’s used to models who know what they’re doing, and Caroline’s definitely an amateur.

“Yes, Klaus. I’ve forbidden Kol from coming within a five-mile radius. Can’t have him harassing the models. And Elijah’s been a gem, but his expertise lies more in negotiating with suppliers and nagging me to mind the expenses.”

Caroline takes a deep breath, tells herself it’ll be fine.

She studies her next look, a sleek black bikini and a sheer black robe covered in floral details. “Love the appliqués. Did you bead this yourself?”

“Till my fingers were bloody. But I think it’ll photograph well.”

Caroline hums in agreement. “Is this one on the beach too?”

“No, by the pool. Chaise lounge, martini glass, one of the male models in the background. Think rich divorcee seducing the help.”

Caroline hopes it’s a real martini. She might need it.

 She flips to the next hanger and has to bite back a distressed groan. Rebekah’s concept leans retro, so the yellow polka dot bikini in her hand is skimpier than Caroline had anticipated. 

“Probably should have skipped breakfast,” she mutters.

Rebekah scoffs, “None of that. You’ll look smashing in it. I have impeccable taste.”

Caroline’s distracted by male laughter, a new person slipping into the tent. “So you’ve insisted your whole life. I distinctly recall you sneaking into the family albums and burning most of the photographic evidence of the unfortunate style choices you made in years 7 through 9.”

Ordinarily, Caroline would exploit the opportunity to get a little dirt on Rebekah, but she’s annoyingly tongue-tied and intimidated. She’s pasted on a polite smile, more out of habit than anything. 

She may have google stalked Rebekah once upon a time, way back when they’d been rivals at school. And if during Caroline’s research, she’d read several articles and poured over dozens of pictures of Rebekah’s very talented and successful fashion photographer brother, that was her business.

Know thy enemy and all that, she couldn’t have known that rivalry would shift to friendly competition, then to actual friendship. 

She’d noted he was attractive, of course, as anyone with eyes and sense would have. Most people don’t manage to live up to photos taken by professionals.

Klaus Mikaelson does, and it’s not helping her insecurities.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Nik.”

He walks further in, offering Caroline his hand. “You must be Caroline. It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Klaus Mikaelson.

She swallows, is relieved when her voice sounds normal. “You too. I’m excited for today. I love your work.”

He nods, appearing pleased. “It’s been ages since I’ve done this kind of shoot, but you must know how Rebekah can be. Wouldn’t stop haranguing me until I agreed.”

Rebekah glares, piqued, and Caroline presses her lips together to hold in a laugh that threatens, knowing it would not be appreciated. “I can’t blame her for doing what needed to be done to ensure the desired outcome. It’s only good business.”

Rebekah nods firmly, “Exactly. Thank you, Caroline. At least someone here appreciates me.” She picks up the last hanger that had been in Caroline’s section and hands it over. “This one’s first since the set-up is the simplest. Bonnie should arrive while you’re shooting. We’ll do her first look while you go back into beauty, then rotate throughout the day. Put this on. I’ll send hair in first.”

She knocks into Klaus’ shoulder when she leaves, hard enough to have him swaying. “That’s why you’re not allowed in my house!” he calls to her retreating form. “Just had the floor redone,” he tells Caroline. “Can’t have her stomping all over them if she has a tantrum.”

“She’s stressed. You might want to be nicer.” Caroline regrets the words immediately, glances away under the pretense of studying the bikini in her hand. He’s donating his time and apparently his house. Their family squabbles really aren’t her business.

But Klaus isn’t offended, “Perhaps you have a point, though Rebekah’s never more productive than she is when she’s angry. Failure’s not an option when she’s fueled by spite.”

Hmm. Caroline has similar ideals. Maybe that’s why she and Rebekah came to understand each other.

She realizes she’s been twisting the bikini top’s strap, hurriedly straightens it out. “I feel like I should warn you, my modeling experience is limited to pitching in with other student’s shoots at school. So, I’m far from a professional.”

He shrugs. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

That startles a laugh from her. “You only say that because you don’t know me. I am a world-class worrier.”

He takes the suit away from her, setting it aside. His knees bend, until their eyes are level. “Caroline. You’re beautiful. Rebekah’s created lovely things. I’m very good at my job. I have every confidence the final product will be spectacular, and I’ll be able to enjoy reminding Rebekah that she owes me a favor down the line.”

Caroline blinks at him in surprise, some of her nerves having drifted away when faced with his absolute and unwavering confidence. “That’s… actually very reassuring.”

“Was it? I confess that’s not a strength of mine.”

She’s not sure if he’s joking or not, but she picks up her first outfit again. It’s another bikini, a tropical print on a pink background with a halter top and a high waisted bottom. “I should change,” she says. “Something tells me Rebekah won’t appreciate it if we fall behind schedule.”

Klaus nods, rocking back a step. “Of course. I just wanted to introduce myself. Please feel free to let me know if you need or want anything at all.”

She thanks him again, and he lets himself out of the tent. 

Caroline takes one more deep breath and then ducks behind the screen in the corner and strips out of her sundress.

Once she’s dressed in Rebekah’s design, she begins to feel like everything might just go okay. The suit fits like a dream, propping up her breasts and perfectly hugging the curve of her hips. By the time hair and makeup work their magic, leaving her curls full and her lips slicked bubblegum pink, she feels freaking fantastic.

When she steps out onto the set, Klaus’ eyes widen when he spots her, lingering in a way that’s slightly unprofessional but not at all unwelcome.

He walks over, paying not the slightest bit of attention to anyone on the crew, even when an assistant tries to wave him over. Klaus offers his arm to help steady her as she steps into the matching pink pumps, leans in close, and tells her she looks incredible, his lips brushing her ear and sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

She might be in trouble.

Will Rebekah kill Caroline if she flirts with Klaus? Probably.

Caroline thinks she’s willing to risk it.