#it was a sleepover and we were in fourth grade

[valewritessss]

Animated movies are movies I stand by that

[katsukistofu]

we are made of stardust

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ i. midoriya x fem reader. 0.8k words — childhood friends to lovers. fluff. astronomy references.

It's hard for someone to pinpoint their earliest memories. Maybe it was the moment they blew their candles out on their first birthday, or when they scraped their knee while learning to ride a bike.

For you, it’s the smell of lavender fabric softener.

You think your earliest memory is of the sight of his freckled cheeks, with nothing but the green light of the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling illuminating them.

Of sleepovers, reading the most recent copies of your favorite manga that you picked out from the library together under the blanket, holding the coolest pages up for the other to see, and hurriedly tucking the books under his pillows when Inko came in to check if you two were sleeping.

You remember his giggles as he tugs at the blanket to cover the both of you, big deep forest eyes dancing with glee. ‘To protect you from monsters,’ he whispers, only five years old, yet saying it with the unwavering confidence of All Might in those videos he loved to play to death on TV over and over again.

Inko chuckles, noticing you two once again rewinding the video for the third time, entranced by all might as he saves cats from a tree while rescuing civilians from an explosive villain, “faster than the speed of sound!” the title reads, while placing a plate of sliced fruit on the coffee table. He was starting to grow out of his favorite All Might onesie now.

Would he ever outgrow you?

Just as the moon orbits the sun, you can’t remember a time when you weren’t stuck to his side.

You’re the one holding his hands in the pool when he ditches his floaties for the first time, slowly guiding him as he kicks and kicks, holding him tight and not letting him sink.

You’re the one jumping and stomping on his bullies' sandcastles at the beach, when they try to ruin his first.

Accidentally, you’re the first one he tells when he passes the entrance exam for UA. He was calling his mother on the phone when you overheard him saying not to tell you yet, because he wanted to surprise you in person. His mother and you prepare a cute little party for him before he gets home, and upon opening the door to the apartment he’s greeted with a rain of confetti and a table full of his favorite dishes.

Streamers fall around him, and his eyes light up like shooting stars as he hugs his mother and you in his arms. ‘Proud of you, crybaby,’ is what you fondly whisper in his ear and between tears he gives a choked up little laugh.

Just as the earth needs rain, he waters your gardens and tends to your flowers.

He frowns when you frown, cries when you cry. It’s been over a decade but you’ll never forget the big fat tears that ran down his face when you jumped off the swings a little too early and fell on your face. The fourth grade teachers thought he was the one that got hurt.

When he places a bandaid on your knee with a worried pout on his lips, he lends you his light, and you shine it back.

Only five years old and in your mind, he was already a hero.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of Izuku’s soft voice. His firm thighs support your head from underneath and you wonder if he’s been working out even more than usual. He grins at your dazed face.

“Were you sleeping on me?” He teases. “For free?”

You roll your eyes as a yawn hits you, stretching in his lap. “Sorry I actually forgot to bring my card with me for this nap, sir.”

“My services aren’t cheap, you know.” He fakes a huff like he’s being scammed big time, and you have to laugh. He was so cute when he was dramatic. “I guess I can start a tab for you.”

“Aw, thanks.” You deadpan, and he snorts in response.

Taking his hand in yours, you trace the scars along his skin, addicted to the feeling of where rough scars meet his soft, baby skin.

He can’t help but blush.

He still gets it, this look in his eyes, like when he makes an observation he’s never realized before amongst his mutterings. Whenever he sees All Might merch on display in store windows, despite already owning most of it already.

But even more so, when he looks at you.

His gaze softens as he admires you in his lap, the slope of your nose and the shape of your mouth that his lips must have traced over hundreds of times by now. When he received that fateful golden strand of hair months ago, and after his mother the first person he thought of protecting was you. Though he knows you’re more than capable of doing it yourself, he wants to. He wonders if you realize it, the reason he saves. If not, he’s willing to remind you, over and over again until it’s woven into the beautiful constellation of your brain.

You’re the one that’s always been his hero.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

First: I want to say that I LOVE your writing. Like when I requested something before and I saw you actually did it, I squealed. Reading your fics literally makes me some happy when I'm down.

Second: I was wondering if I could request another poly!Plastics fic with a Janis best friend reader. R was a bad home life (it can be abuse, neglect, detailed, or glossed over. Whatever you're comfortable with) and the girls, plastics and janis, start to notice it (Like R's behavior or clothe change or something). The girls team up and coast R into telling the truth. R ends up living with Janis (or regina if you want) and they all have a big sleepover at the end.

Now I did read your request rules and I know that you don't write abuse relationships and if family also falls under that category that's completely fine. You don't have to write this fic if it makes you uncomfy and if anything you can take the poly!Plastics fic with a Janis best friend reader idea and have a completely different plot.

Hope you have a good day.

Bruises and Cuddles

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly)

|| Warnings; swearing, hinted at abuse, injured reader

|| Summary; reader doesn't have the best home life in the world. As the girls and Janis begin to notice, they take matters into their own hands.

Requests open!

Started; August 31st

Finished; September 9th

slowly getting back into the posting grind 🫡

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You had just walked into school, shoulders slumped and exhaustion etched in your features as you made your way to your locker. Which was right next to Janis', your best friend.

As you approached your locker Janis noticed your state right away with a grimace," you look like shit." Leave it to Janis to compliment you. Right?

Opening your locker, you sighed as you heard her words. It wasn't exactly the reminder you needed, you knew how you looked. You had pulled your hair into a messy bun, tried to cover the bags under your eyes with makeup but you weren't as skilled at that as your girlfriends so parts peaked out. Even your clothes looked sloppy.

"Gee, thanks, Jan." You responded, Janis had been noticing stuff like this from you for the last while now. Since the beginning of grade 10 you'd been coming to school looking like you had just escaped hell. She was starting to get suspicious, wondering about what your home life was really like behind whatever facade your parents put up whenever your friends were over.

"We hanging out later? Damian pirated some movies," Janis gave you a playful nudge as she smirked, pushing her worries to the side for now. Hoping that maybe at the least she could get you out of your house for a while.

You hadn't been listening until she nudged you, getting your attention. You blinked and looked at her," huh- what?"

"Movie night." Janis simplified, a frown on her face as she realized you really weren't doing well. Maybe this wasn't something she could just push aside for now.

"Oh, I can't tonight. Sorry." You replied, its not that you didn't want to. You really, really did. But your mom's been getting on your ass about being out late so often and grounded you over it. Honestly, a stupid reason for getting grounded. But you weren't about to argue with her. You knew better than to do that because of how she reacts whenever you do. Let's just say, she isn't winning the 'mother of the year' award anytime soon.

Janis watched you with studying eyes, a plan forming in the back of her mind. She had to get your girlfriends involved, as much as she wasn't the biggest fans of the plastics. She was sure that having them on her side for whatever this was would be better than going about it alone. "Right."

The bell rang.

"Well, see you when we see you." Janis gave a mock salute ad she walked off to class, you frowned as you watched her leave. Feeling bad for having turned down her offer. For the fourth time in a row that week. You haven't said why, you didn't want her to be concerned or take some reckless action. You knew Janis would try to sneak you out of your house or some shit and didn't need that.

Throughout the week, more instances like that would come up. It would either be one of your girlfriends who found you in an exhausted state, sometimes with a few bruises or Janis would be the one to see it.

One day, Regina had been the one to find you first and had enough of seeing you so beaten up and exhausted. Janis happened to be near by so she rounded her up first, then Gretchen and Karen.

Working together (shockingly) the plastics and Janis pulled you off to the bathroom after making sure no one was in there. They had briefly discussed a game plan beforehand, knowing this was a situation that needed a more gentler approach compared to how they (mostly Regina and Janis) normally handle things

"We gotta talk about.. this." Janis gestured to you with a frown, she didn't know how else to word it without being extremely blunt.

You looked beyond confused.

"But you just gestured to all of me?" Your arms folded across your chest as you glanced at Karen, who was watching you with a sad look. You tried having a silent conversation with her but she didn't pick up on any of your social cues. Maybe not the best one to get information from about whatever this was.

"We're worried you're not getting the right- parental care at home." Gretchen blurted out, Regina gave her a side eye and Gretchen looked at her apologetically. You sighed.

You should have guessed they would notice. It's not like you hid it that well either though. Should you lie? One look at Regina's gaze told you no. It's like she could read exactly what you were thinking. Swallowing thickly, you decided to go with the truth. Your eyes met Gretchen's, being too nervous to look at either Regina or Janis. They could get intense with things like this. And Karen just didn't understand.

"It's my mother." Simple. To the point. Confirmed everything the girls had suspected.

Gretchen's expression softened and she held her arms out to you, you easily went into her hold and relaxed as you felt her arms wrap around you. "Why didn't you tell us?"

"Didn't want you guys to worry." Your words were muffled as your face buried into Gretchen's neck, holding her tight.

Regina and Janis shared a look. Almost as if having a silent conversation.

"That's it." Janis said, then both Regina and Janis said at the same time; "You're living with me."

They paused and narrowed their eyes at each other. You looked up at them in slight confusion as you saw them doing a very aggressive and intense game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who you would stay with. You were silently thankful they didn't make you pick.

"Ha! Suck it, bitch!" Janis threw her hands into the air. You assumed Janis won. Regina rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. You could just tell that she wasn't pleased in the slightest. Janis turned to look at you with a smile," You're gonna come live with me. No arguments."

You sighed but nodded, grateful for your friend.

And that's exactly what you did. You moved in with Janis' family, they welcomed you in much to your mom's distaste. She didn't approve of you leaving but your dad helped get you out. He didn't like how his wife treated you, so he gladly helped you leave.

The times after that were good. You were finally getting the proper rest you needed and your bruises healed. Whenever you weren't at Janis', you'd be with your girlfriends. Who always made sure to give you cuddles and comfort.

Despite your past, your future looked good. And you couldn't be happier with how things played out in the end.

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Hoping to get back into my usual flow of writing. I think it sounds kind of close to it? I just haven't written in so long that it might be different and a little rushed. So apologies of it isn't as good as it could have been 🙏

[fartstories]

School boy fart torture

School boy f t

It was the second day of 12th grade and all his friends were on a different bus. This bus was for students who lived farther away, a.k.a. Alex and his 3 tormentors. He didn't have very many friends ,however, because he was a naturaly shy boy. Since he was the first student to be picked up, he got to choose between any seat. He sat all the way in the back, since hoping to be left alone. He silently looked out the window as the bus began moving. He began to drift off into a light sleep until the bus came to a halt, and the rusty doors squeaked open. Since he sat in the back, he had a pretty good view of the boys climbing onto the bus. The first was Derek, a gay friend of his. Alex and Derek used to be really close friends, that is, until Derek's new friends started to find farting on Alex a fun thing to do. Derek walked onto the bus and didn't even notice Alex, before sitting down way in the front. Derek had brown eyes and black hair, wore a new pair skinny jeans everyday. His gas usually smelled pretty bad, but he barley ever farts on Alex. When he wasn't around the others, He would usually flirt with Derek, but for some odd reason, he completely ignored Derek's presence today. After Derek settled down, the door began to close. The doors then stopped halfway closed and opened back up, allowing Matthew to get on. Matthew didn't usually come in until after Jared, thier group's leader. The two must have had a sleepover. Matthew, with blue eyes and blonde hair, wore loose sweatpants like he did every day. Matthew's farts never smelled too bad, but he always had so much gas. Matthew nearly sat down beside Derek, until he looked at the back and noticed Alex "Oh I ook who's chilling in the back Almost didn't notice him!" Matthew said tapping Derek on the shoulder. Alex quickly slid to the window, even though the two had already seen him. "Hey cutie!" Derek said, sitting right beside Alex. Matthew walked over and punched Alex in the arm. Alex didn't resist. "You get to start with me today, buddy!" Matthew mocked as he aimed his butt at Alex's face."We had loads of pizza last night - PPPFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTTT!

Could you tell? BLRRRRRTTTTTTTTTT!" Alex could tell from the first silent fart, but he hadn't been able to place what it was! All he knew is that he was facing Matthew's farts on one of his smellier days! As Matthew farted a fourth time, Alex held back groans. Matthew farted frequently but wasn't going all-out; nevertheless it became harder and harder for Alex to stay still and calm. Derek stood back and watched this time. Like I said earlier, he's the nice one. As the farts kept flooding in, Alex drew closer and closer to passing out! However, he was saved - ironically - by the arrival of his third tormentor, Jared. As Jared approached his friends, Matthew asked, "Got any farts for loser here?""Nah, I used most of it on Nick." Nick was Jared's smaller brother who endured most of Jared's farts on weekends."' do have a good one brewing up, though!" Jared blurted. As those words came out of Jared's mouth, Alex felt. ...a stiffening in his crotch. He didn't think of himself as completely gay, but Jared and his gas made him a little excited at times. "Okay, let it rip!" Matthew said, getting off backing off of Alex's face. "Hold him down." Jared told his friends. Matthew held down Alex's arms, but Derek continued to stand there. "Derek, get his legs!" Jared said, in a more menicing tone. With one glare into Derek's eyes, Jared convinced Derek to hold Alex's legs down. with a satisfied face, Jared slammed his butt into the small face of Alex. Alex didn't show it, but he inhaled deeply. Jared sighed before his six-second fart began, coming out in little pops that smacked against Alex's nose. It certainly sounded very funny because Derek and Matthew were giggling their butts off. Of course, Alex wasn't laughing. He was too distracted by his croth that slowly grew by the second. He acted like he was glad that Trevor had taken the brunt of Jared's gas; but deep down Alex knew that he was jealous."I have two cartons of milk in my bag! Jared said as he pushed rose up off of Alex's face. Jonathan was know for bad milk - farts. "Oh man, you should see what I have in my lunchbox!" Matthew exclaimed while he sat on Alex's stomach; it was Derek's turn to sit on his face. Derek walked over to Alex's face and planted a kiss on his cheek before sitting on his face. He just released a squeaky, yet airy fart on his face. It wasn't so much the sound as it was the smell - it was one of those rare otherworldly fart that stank worse than the Devil's front porch! Alex groaned loudly as that monsterous fart invaded his nostrils, then started struggling to hide his 'excitement' as Derek started a chain of ten farts, with Matthew planting three more on his stomach. It was so bad that by the time the school bus had arrived at the school, Alex's was dizzy and he had lost feeling in a few parts of his body. As soon as everyone got off the bus, Alex rearranged his pants so that his 'little friend' was no longer visible. As he staggered off the school bus, he caught sight of his close friend, Victor. Victor took one look at Alex's face as he approached and asked, "How bad were they on there?" Alex laughed and responded with a "Perfect." Home economics was their sixth period, and they were finally finished cooking. Victor wasn't in this class with his friend, so Alex was alone, and forced to watch Jared, Derek and Matthew laughing at him on the other side of the class. While preparing their assignment, the three bullies slapped each others' behinds delibrately, teasing Alex. They also let out a few wet bombs while the teacher was gone. They teased Alex, while Alex was forced to hide his head on behind the counter. When class was finally over, the three torturers dragged Alex into the boys bathroom and bolted the door so they wouldn't be interrupted. "You hungry boy?" Jared asked. "Derek, how about you whip up a nice big fart for our captive here." FAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRT!!!!!!

While Derek released his warm fart into Alex's face, Jared and Matthew removed their pants and exposed their small, cute, round, butts. Meanwhile, Derek had his way with alex, slapping his face from side to side with his ass. Alex tried to hide the excitement in his pants as he released his smelly farts. "Don't hog this bitch for yourself," jared ordered, and slammed his perfect ass onto Alex's face. Alex tried to hide his excitement as the sound of Jared's perfect farts were released onto his face. He inhaled deeply, and his cock hardened at the smell of rotten eggs filling his nose. "You..." FAAARRRRT!!! "Like .." FAAAARRRRT!!!! "That..." FAAAARRRRT!!!! "Bitch?" Jared farted between each world while his cohorts held Alex down by his hands and feet. Jared's butt was the roundest, sexiest, and smelliest ass ever. Alex couldn't help but sniff each fart deeply from his bare hole. But then Jared looked down and saw the bulge in Alex's pants that he was trying to hide. "Well lookie here! Alex has a boner!" Jared says as he got off of Alex. The other 2 tormenters saw this as well and laughed. "Do you like it when we torment you with our asses?" Jared asked Alex. Alex is filled with too much fear to speak, but his visible groin growth speaks volumes. The sound of booming laughter came from all three boys as they did pushed their backs together, standing in a triangle formation, and sat upon Alex's face. Alex struggled to breathe with the three hottest asses on his face alone, but to have each one ripping smelly gas made things so much worse...and better. Since these beefed up bullies knew Alex's enjoyment of this torture, Alex felt no humiliation as he moaned for the bullies to fart. The mixture of stenches coated Alex's tiny face, until finally Jared decided to go solo. He released about 50 second long farts 50 times, and when Alex thought it was over, Jared refueled with beans while the other two bulled watched in arousal. "You like this, wimp? You like my hot ass?" Jared taunted as he released more stench. "Then you're gonna love this. FAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRT!!!!! Alex was so in it that he began to suck in passionately Jareds farts. He didn't notice that he also lick his buttcrack. "Oh damn! I can feel his tongue in my anus! What's wrong with him?! Hey Alex are you my ass licking slave huh?"He ripped another eggy fart in my face and I enjoyed it very well. My boner gets hard again. "Oh look at his crotch. He gets horny from my farts in his face. Haha. What a pathetic sissy! Hey is this the beginning of a great friendship? Do you want to be my personal butt licker when I'm gassy? Haha! I think he will say yes when I see what is happening in his pants."Alex was so excited. Damn YES! Fart on me whenever you want! He thought. Jared pulled down Alex's pants with a smile. Derek and Matthew laughing the whole time. Pulling down his pants revealed his rock hard cock. "No sir. No orgasm for you, young man." Jared said, pulling out his own rock hard cock. Alex's pants were now completely off his legs. Derek and Matthew both pulled their pants off too, straddling Alex's face. Jared closed and locked the stall door, and spread Alex's legs open. With no preparation, he pushed his erect cock into Alex's exposed butthole.

Right as he did so, Derek and Matthew simultaneously let out big wet farts right on Alex's face. He gasped from the dick entering him, and sucked in the nasty smell. He coughed and gagged, but it didn't stop. More farts kept coming, nonstop. While Jared slowly thrusted into him. Jared's cock was huge, filling his whole asshole. And the constant barrage of disgusting farts on his face was overwhelming. He felt Jared's cock slide in and out of him over and over again, only getting faster. Without warning, Derek shoved his cock into Alex's open mouth. He shoved it deep down, and farted with every bounce as he fucked his mouth. The smell was unbearable. And now he couldn't breath out of his mouth, forcing him to smell it all. "I wanna hear you sniffing, bitch." Matthew warned. For fear of what they would do, Alex began sniffing hard. Sucking every nasty fart right into his nose. He felt like he was gonna die. The smell was dizzying and rancid. This went on for twenty minutes before Jared finally came inside him. Alex prayed it was over, but no such luck. Jared pulled his cock out of Alex's butthole, and Derek took his place between Alex's spread legs. For the next six hours, they took turns fucking him and farting all over his body, mostly his face. It was insane they could store that much gas. Sniff this!" The jock, Jared, shouts as Matthew pushes Alex's head right into Jared's crack. A series of potent, toxic farts groan out, and the stinky fumes swirled up Alex's nose and down his throat. He gags, and his eyes water, as the fetid, broccoli scented wind wraps around him, torturing his senses. After gym in the locker room… Want some more?" Matthew asks, rhetorically, as he trips the tortured boy over onto the dirty locker room floor just to proceed to sit on his face. Matthew laughs, and releases three, consecutive SBDs up Alex's nose. They all smelt of cheesy beans, and it made Alex feel so sick. He tried to push Matthew off, but he was not only weaker than Matthew, the baseball player, anyway, but he was being weakened by the gruesome fumes of the other boys' bums. Alex mumbles, and Matthew pins his arms down. Jared tells Matthew to keep on farting, he wants to see Alex pass out. Two more spurts of gas shoot out of Matthew, strongly smelling of cheesy beans. Alex moans, and coughs. The locker room already smelt like a sewer when Derek declared it was his turn. Alex lay on the ground, moving slightly, his eyes barely open. "Goodnight buddy," laughed Derek, as his pulled down his pants, and sat his sweaty, boxer-clad bottom onto the defenceless Alex's face. Alex groaned one last time, as if to say, "Please, don't, just let me go." But it didn't matter, because seconds later, Derek released his boy stink right onto Alex's face. A couple of sniffs of the potent burrito fart and Alex was out like a locker room light... when lunch came around, Alex walked to where his two friends, Victor and Corbin , were sitting. However , before he could make it, Derek, Matthew, and Jared walked over to Alex and brought him over to their table. "Good luck!" Victor yelled over to his friend , refusing to get involved. Jared and Matthew sat down next to Alex, while Derek sat in front of him. "Don't be scared. We won't kill you!" Derek said as he rubbed a hand on Alex's cheek. "We're just going to fart." Matthew said as he let a smelly one go, right next to Alex. Alex smelled this and didn't want to smell anymore. Alex scooted over to Jared, who just finished his milk. "I don't know why you want to get next to me, my milk farts are way worse!" Jared said as he aimed his ass to Alex & blasted a meaty wet fart in his direction. Alex was getting a little woozy as... he begins to feel sick. Jared's milk farts smelt so odd to Alex. He could only describe them as disgusting clouds of warm, thick air. Derek, go get more milk so that I can be of service to our friend Alex here," Jared said as he pulled Alex into a light headlock and pushed his head down towards his crotch. Jared, of course, ripped another fart, & the stink rose straight into his face

He coughed and moaned lightly, and he wad getting very drowzy. He tried to push Jared off but he was too strong, and for it, Alex had sniff up another toxic fart as Jared let another slip. Derek arrived with another carton of milk, and Alex knew there was a long time left to dinner, and he was going to suffer. In that moment, Alex, woozy, was dropped by Jared so he could drink his milk, and Alex saw his opportunity to try and scramble away.He was about to get up, when he was met by an ass in such tight school slacks, It was Matthew. "I don't think so buddy," he laughed, and released a sizzling, acidic fart right into the defenceless Alex's face. Alex caught a strong whiff, and felt right to sleep. In the bathroom after school was over. When it was finally over, Alex was slumped over the toilet, so exhausted he couldn't move his muscles. The three boys pulled their pants back on and unlocked the stall door. "I'm sure he'll find his way home, right boys?" Jared asked. "Of course. And if he doesn't, well, we'll be back for him again tomorrow." And they all left, leaving Alex alone and unable to move. The stench of their godawful farts still lingering in the air. Alex makes it home and realized that his mom invited some people over. It was Jared, Derek, and Mathew. "Hey sweetie." Said the mom. Alex asked, "What are they doing here?" "They're here because they said they have a project with you in science class." Said the mom. Just as Alex was about to speak, Jared covered his mouth. "That's right! Now we'll being going upstairs." Jared pulled Alex up the stairs as Mathew, and Derek followed behind. Once they reached Alex's room, they pushed him on the bed, and locked the door. "You didn't make it home in time, now you get punished." Said Jared as he pulled his pants down. The other two did the same. Alex's pants were pulled down forcefully. Jared laid on the his stomach on the bed. Mathew and Derek shoved Alex's face right in Jared's ass. Jared started farting as Derek shoved his cock inside of Alex. Derek's Bulging cock inside of Alex felt like heaven. Alex's ass stretched wider, and wider. Jared's farts were delightful as a wind blew Alex's hair up. Jared's ass felt soft, and it was round. Mathew lifted Alex's head up as Jared changed positions. Jared was no sitting up holding his feet in the air. Mathew shoved Alex right back in the hole. "Lick my ass!" Said Jared. Alex stuck his tounge right through the hole, making is warm, and slimy. It tasted good. As he licked even more, Mathew started sucking his cock. It was bulging. As Derek was cumming inside of Alex's ass. Alex got harder, making it easier for Mathew to suck out the cum. Suddenly everyone stopped.

They all backed up, and looked at each other. "You ready?" Said Jared. "We're ready." Said Derek and Mathew. Jared went towards Alex and placed Alex's head on the bed. Jared placed his ass right on Alex's nose. The other two came and placed their beautiful round ass's on Alex's side of the face. Jared's ass was in Alex's nose, and mouth. Jared, Mathew, and Derek let it rip. Alex nose, and mouth. Jared, Mathew, and Derek let it rip. Alex could taste Jared's farts. Alex, without thinking, stuck his tounge through Jared's ass again. Jared moaned with pleasurer. The three's farts were disgusting, so bad that Alex couldn't even compare it to anything. It was nice. Alex inhaled every bit of the farts. This continued for 6 hours. "Alright boys, I think we've had enough. Two of the boys left, but Jared stayed back. "You're our fart slave, and fuck slave weather you like it, or not. Come to my house after school tomorrow. You, Me, and the boys are gonna have a sleepover for the weekend." Just ass Alex opened his mouth to reply, Jared stuck his dick into Alex's mouth. "Hope you enjoy this before I go." Jared started pissing in Alex's mouth. Alex swallowed every bit of it. Alex drooled when it was done, like he was begging for more. "You better pray you'll make it through the day at school tomorrow before the sleep over."He decides not to go that weekend. Little does he know that his bullies had a surprise for him. Alex was in his room late at night the day he was supposed to go to the sleepover, jerking himself off of the thought of his bullies fucking him till he cums a hundred times. He heard a knock on his window, and quickly got up to see to see what it was and uncovered his curtains blocking the window view and saw Jared's face "open up right now" he hesitated to do so, so it didn't seem like he was desperate. As he opened the window and Jared coming in with Mathew and Derek behind him. "I see you didn't show up at my house today" Jared said with a grin "you know what that means" he smirked. Jared grabbed Alex's shoulders and pushed him onto the bed roughly. They all three started taking off their pants and boxers. Alex was getting excited just seeing there massive cocks. Jared moved closer to Alex and ripped off his pants and boxers, showing his hard dick pop up. Jared chuckled "looks who excited to see us". Now it's time for your punishment, he pulled something out of his book bag he brought with him and put it in Alex's mouth to keep wide open and he then bent over and started pushing farts out. I started squirming trying to get away but Derek and Mathew's grip on my legs and hands were to strong.

Next day

Before 6th period Alex went into the boys bathroom, but when he was going into a stall he heard the door lock and saw Derek."What are you--?" Before he could finish, Derek tackled Alex to the ground and sat his sweat-pant clad butt onto Alex face and let loose one of the worst farts he ever pulled; even worse than the one on the bus earlier. BBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTT! Alex first thought was to pretend to not like it, and struggle; but this was quickly foiled when he felt Derek's hand rub his hard dick."Did you really think I wouldn't see your boner earlier? Unlike Jared and Matthew, I was into farting in your face for more than just torturing you." As he said this, he pulled Alex pants and underwear off his lower body to reveal Alex erect cock.BBBBBRRRRRRPPPPPHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! And let loose another fart in Alex face. "We're going to spend ALOT of quality time in this room." He grabbed Alex right hand and put it on his own hard cock. "If you know what I mean."

[dannystheone]

GUYS STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING IT'S KYLE'S BIRTHDAY AAAA

HERE'S A TEENY DRABBLE (I SWEAR) JUST TO CELEBRATE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KYLE!! (Lee Kyle/Lers Stan/Kenny/Eric)

WARNINGS: Kids swearing!

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"Cartman, don't touch me there. Hey- stop! You guys- HEY!" Kyle Broflovski suddenly found himself in the middle of his best friends with conniving looks on their faces.

It was his birthday today, and it had been one for the books. A huge party with all of his fourth-grade class invited, presents, music, a bouncy house, and anything a kid could want for his party. It was a massive success (despite Cartman eating up most of the snacks before anyone else could reach for them) but it was still successful nonetheless.

Now that the party had cleaned up and the fourth graders returned to their homes, it was just the four of them playing games and talking in Kyle's living room. Another present of Kyle's from his parents was that he had no curfew tonight, and he was having a sleepover with his friends.

Cartman had teased all week leading up to Kyle's party that when he blows those candles and becomes ten years old, he's gonna get what's coming to him. Of course, Kyle wasn't worried, it was Cartman after all. But at the same time...it was Cartman. Kyle tried asking Kenny and Stan what Cartman possibly had planned, but they shrugged and kept their mouths shut without another word.

Now that they were actually here, Kyle rolled his eyes and put his hands up to try and de-escalate the situation.

"Alright alright, so what is it, huh, Cartman? If it's ten punches and an extra one for good luck, I'd prefer you do it on this arm." Kyle offered his left arm to Cartman, to which Cartman just gave a slow shake of his head.

"Oh no Kahl, I knew you'd be expecting me to do something like that for your birthday. Something juvenile, something poorly thought out right? Well, I've thought of something you'd never expect. And certainly, never forget." Kyle furrowed his eyebrows at Cartman and looked to Stan, which had a blank expression on his face.

"Stan, what is he talking about?" Stan was about to answer when Kenny interrupted him. Kenny reached up and showed his phone to Cartman.

"The timpher imph set." Kenny said. Kyle crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly feeling protective of himself.

"Timer? What timer? Cartman, whatever you're thinking of doing-" Cartman cut Kyle off by suddenly standing on his couch and sitting behind Kyle on the backrest. A bewildered Kyle didn't follow as Cartman scooped up Kyle's wrists and locked them in place.

"Alright men. The time has come. Pin the Jew!" Cartman called out. Stan rolled his eyes as he inched closer to Kyle and started tickling his tummy. Kyle started wriggling as Kenny and Stan both started scribbling their fingers on his sides and tummy.

"Cartman, that's not the name we agreed on. Why do you always do this." Stan groaned as he shook his fingers in his best friend's tummy.

"W-Wahahahait!! Whahahat thehehe hehehehell?!" Kyle cried as he immediately started belly laughing from the choice spots being targeted. Stan and Kenny had big smiles on their faces as they delivered their birthday tickles to their best friend.

"You didn't think we weren't gonna do anything like this for your birthday, Kyle? I guess it really is a surprise then." Stan commented while scratching his blunt nails in Kyle's right underarm. Kyle felt himself shrink as his eyes narrowed in his laughter.

"Myeah, we hamph thimph plammed all weemk!" Kenny added with happy-looking eyes. His gloved hands dug into Kyle's tummy, which made Kyle's legs kick.

"Okahahay I gehehet ihihihihit! You gohohohot mehehe!" Kyle giggled as he twisted against Cartman's hold. Cartman had a surprisingly good grip on his wrists, keeping his torso stretched out. Cartman's legs were also on either side of Kyle, so Kyle was essentially trapped in a tickle box. Or a tickle Cartman?

"We're gonna do more than just that, dude! That timer is set for eleven minutes! Ten minutes for your birthday, one more for good luck. You gotta last the whole thing if you wanna earn becoming a man!" Stan explained. Kyle's body shook with his laughter as Kenny kept trying new places to get him. He settled on his leg and poked his fingers up and down the length of it.

"Buhuhuhut thihihihis isn't mahahahanly!! Ihihit's chihihildish!" Kyle laughed and kicked out as all three boys gasped loudly.

"He said it! He said the thing! Do it, Cartman!" Stan and Kenny stopped tickling as Kyle regained some of his breath.

"Huh? What did I say? Hey- Cartman!" Cartman switched Kyle's wrists into one hand and removed Kyle's hat with the other. Kyle's red curls shook out from the hat and fluffed all over his face.

"You see Kahl, we had a small bet on the side to see how long it would take you to say that this activity was childish, because of how predictable you are." Kyle groaned as he saw Kenny move closer to him out of the corner of his eye.

"So as punishment for being so painfully predictable, Kenny here is gonna tickle the shit out of your ears. Better luck next year." Eric clapped Kyle on the shoulder before taking hold of Kyle's wrists in both hands again. Kyle's knees bucked as he tried to get Kenny away.

"Kenny don't, wait! We-we can do something else! You wanna play the new console I just got?" Kyle tried to distract Kenny, but Kenny had a huge smile on his face, as did Stan.

"Whup, you heard him, Kenny! He said 'don't wait!" Stan instigated. Kenny giggled mischievously as he took his gloved hands and started scratching them over Kyle's ears. The scratchy material and the wiggling fingers underneath made Kyle cringe and duck his head.

"Kehehehehenny!! Nohohohoho nohoho no! Stahahahahap!" Kyle's laughter was high-pitched and boyish, his biggest and most hidden tickle spot being targeted. While Kenny was up there by his ears, Stan started squeezing Kyle's knees and getting the skin behind them.

"Guhuhu-HEHEHEHE'S!! STOHOhohohop!! Thihihihis ihihihisn't fuhuhuhunny!!" Kyle shouted. The guys gasped once more as they resumed their tickling.

"He said the second thing! That just added five minutes to your timer, dude!" Kyle groaned inwardly as Stan added the additional time to Kyle's ever-growing tickle timer.

"Oh Kahl, you obvious bastard. I could quote you like a book." Cartman teased. Kenny scratched Kyle's ear with one hand and swirled a finger in his open underarm with the other. Kyle jolted as Stan came back from the timer and started zipping his fingers up and down his thighs.

"Shuhuhuhut uhuhuhuhup! I hahahahate thihihihis!" Kyle cried out and bucked his knees.

"That's why we had to do it! So you'd never see it coming! Happy birthday, dude!" Stan said gleefully.

The boys eventually let Kyle go once his time was served, reminding him that it was all in fun and they were all still pals. Another year of being the smartest, yet most foreseeable one in the group.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Frat!Luke Masterlist

almost is never enough (ao3) - fannyann luke/calum, calum/liam, liam/harry M, 32k

Summary: “I think I’ve always known that a little. I mean, if I paid attention, at least.”

Liam laughs, eyes crinkling up and Calum’s surprised at how easy this is.“That obvious?”

“A little. Love’s funny that way. Think it’s only obvious when you want it to be.”

or; A Frat AU where Calum and Liam are in love with other people but can't quite see what's right in front of their eyes.

(Baby Pull Me) Closer (ao3) - mukedayparade michael/luke N/R, 4k

Summary: He was stunned for a moment by the sheer beauty of the boy standing beside him. With fire engine red hair and skin the color of porcelain, the boy was the most beautiful thing Luke had ever set eyes on. The blond let his eyes trace over the mystery boy’s features, from his light green eyes to his bright pink lips—lips that were now forming words that Luke had not heard.

or,

luke is finally done with finals, so he decides to celebrate like everyone else: by going to a frat party. that's where he meets michael, the porcelain god with bright red hair who he just has to have.

Condom (wattpad) - lukesmoann luke/calum 23 parts (ongoing)

Summary: for some people, you can drown out the world with smoke and music.

for Luke, sex had to be added to the mix.

but little did he know, Calum would need to be added too.

Frat Boy (wattpad) - hemmingsirwie luke/ashton 10 parts (ongoing)

Summary: When Ashton sleeps with a cute frat boy at a party, he doesn't expect to be partnered with his one night stand for a science project. Nor, did he expect the bumps along the way. fratboy!luke ∥ normal!ashton

Its Not So Easy To Just Say Fuck It (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Ashtons whole life is about surfing, but this one blonde boy gets in the way of that. He also happens to be a fratboy that claims hes straight, but his actions prove otherwise.

President Material (ao3) - clamu_hnod luke/ashton, michael/calum N/R, 2k (WIP)

Summary: He was the epitome of everything he was supposed to be.

Blond hair, blue eyes, winning smile, even complexion. He was Clean cut, clean shaven, and friendly as all be out. Not to mention he was a legacy. A fourth generation legacy, to be exact, just like his brother’s before him. Not only had his great-grandfather, grandfather, and father been in the same fraternity he was now initiated into, but they had also received the prestigious title of president after three years of dedication to their fraternal brothers. Luke’s older siblings, Jack and Ben, had failed to attain the honor, so all hope rested on his shoulders.

But no pressure.

sweet and salty (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 9k

Summary: “We could get a bunch of stuff to try? See what’s good before we commit to buying anything in bulk?”

“That’s actually not bad,” Luke admits. “Go to the store, grab some things that catch our eye, try them out…” A fantastic idea is formulating in his head. An excuse to spend even more time with Calum.

“We could make a night of it? Like have a full-on sleepover? Really surround ourselves in the sorority girl vibe.” He chuckles to ensure Calum is aware this is very much a joke. But also a very serious suggestion. But also definitely a joke.

the tutor (wattpad) - ash-irwie luke/ashton 5 parts

Summary: frat boy luke who everyone knows as the popular douchebag that hangs with the wrong crowd and gets judged too easily for someone who he really isn't

or the one where ashton has to tutor luke because of luke's nagging mother and his horrible effort and grades.

What It Takes (ao3) - mukeclemmings luke/calum M, 8k (WIP)

Summary: "Wait, wait, wait. You don't like sex? How can you not like sex?"

And, it's not that Calum doesn't like sex, Calum is very sure that he would like sex in the right situation. It's just, Calum doesn't like intimacy with just anyone, and he definitely doesn't like intimacy with the douchebag fratboy that broke his best friend's heart.

Or, so he thought.

yours are the sweetest eyes i've ever seen (ao3) - clemmiings michael/luke T, 3k

Summary: 5 times luke and michael get drunk together and the 1 time they're sober

[arionaleilani]

this is a rambly personal post where i get introspective about sibling dynamics and the complexity of perspective on a fundamental familial level. it is very long and has no purpose other than me trying to place my thoughts somewhere other than my head.

proceed at your own risk.

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i am a middle child.

well, kind of.

by my definition, i have six siblings. legally, i have two. biologically, i only have one. it’s very… very complex.

i have two older sisters—t and s. they are, biologically, my second cousins, whom my parents got guardianship over when i was a baby. t is 8 years older than me. s is 13 years older than me. despite them being my second cousins—despite them being my mom’s first cousins—i grew up calling them sisters. they called my parents mom and dad.

(i have heard many stories of how funny my parents found it when s would call them mom and dad in public. my parents were 22-almost-23 when they had me. s is only ten years younger than them. the amount of double takes they would get when s, visibly only a decade younger than them, would walk up and call them her parents was not only astounding but also absolutely hilarious. apparently.)

when i was in kindergarten, s (18) was pregnant with her first daughter, aka my niece. she got married, moved out, got pregnant again not too long after and had my second niece.

when i was in fourth grade, t (still in high school) started having some behavioral issues. nothing major at first, but it was repetitive. then she purposefully used fake money at the school store and got in BIG trouble for it. my parents gave her an ultimatum to either transfer to a stricter school (essentially a boarding school) in order to get her behavior in order or to move back in with my aunt, her biological mother. t chose the latter and shortly moved out.

my parents did not involve me in this situation, as i was 9 and it wasn’t necessarily my business. but that means that the context was not fully provided to me. so, from my perspective, my older sister lied about something and then got kicked out.

i became a completely different person after that because i became irrationally afraid that any mistake i might have made would lead me to face severe consequences that i had never considered before. things like being kicked out. i know, now, what really happened, but i was nine and terrified.

that’s a different conversation for a different day.

up until the fourth grade, i was the youngest child, and then i was suddenly the only one in the house. i still had my sisters, but as time went on i saw them less and less and less. i will never forget the first time they didn’t even call on my birthday.

my older sisters were my idols. they were my favorite people. and then, suddenly, they were strangers.

my best friend is six days older than me and i have known her since the first grade. that means that her brother, who is about two years older than us, has been in my life for just as long. they are my siblings. she is my sister—my person—and he is my big brother. i currently live with them. i associate them with a safe space, as it was their house that i would escape to when life at home got hard. their parents are my second parents. however, that being said, they were never in my house growing up, save for the few occasions where she would come over to stay the night. most of our sleepovers were at her house.

i have two little siblings. my dad started dating a woman when i was 13. she was pregnant when they started dating—not with my father’s child, but he quickly stepped up as the father and legally adopted the baby before they were even born. that child is my little sister. she is 14 years younger than me. i was in the room when she was born and seeing her was the first instance of my heart living outside of my body. we share a last name, we share a dad, we shared a home until i moved out at 19. she is now in the fourth grade.

a few years after she was born, my dad’s (now ex) girlfriend got pregnant again, this time with my baby brother. i was eighteen when he was born. i was not in the room, but i was in the hall on the opposite side of the door. my heart split in half the day he was born. one half stayed with my little sister. the other half went to him.

he is currently in kindergarten. yesterday he got his first ever school award for “being purposeful with respect” and i missed the assembly because of a popped tire, but i still showed up at their school to say hi anyway and give them both a hug.

this is already long. this has only been the facts.

i am a middle child.

kind of.

see, i was initially raised as the youngest—until the fourth grade, when t moved out. suddenly, i was the only child in the house, and my older sisters became more and more distant as their lives got more and more busy. i understand them being busy. i understand that adulthood is a lot and it can be hard.

i am 23. i work full time. i battle every single day with multiple mental health issues (adhd, bipolar, ptsd) as well as a physical disability/chronic illness and physical health issues (type one diabetes, migraines, fatigue). i have never missed a birthday.

i’ll come back to that in a moment.

for about six years, i was raised as an only child. during those six years, my parents both battled various addictions. my mother had her schizophrenic break that led to her diagnosis and multiple stays in multiple different mental hospitals. my parents and i moved in with my grandma on my dad’s side. i had cereal for dinner every day for a very long time because my grandma (who had not yet retired at this point) worked late and my parents were too busy either arguing or succumbing to their addictions to remember to cook something. before t moved out, my dad taught me how to make spaghetti. sometimes i would make that. i didn’t often have the energy to do so. eventually, my parents split up and my mom moved out and stayed with my aunt and uncle who lived down the street. my dad and i moved into a camper on a different aunt and uncle’s property for about a year. for christmas, my dad saved up and we moved into a new house. it was while at this house that my dad met his (now ex) girlfriend, who was already pregnant.

my psychologist, who was previously an ER nurse before changing careers, has hypothesized that the amount of stress i went through during this time might be the reason i’m now diabetic. trauma does funny things to a person. stress can cause many physical reactions. her idea is that my body reacted to the stress in an odd way that may have resulted in it attacking my beta cells and therefore resulted in my diabetes. the reasoning for this is that i was diagnosed when i was 14, and in most cases type one diabetes develops that late in life for a particular reason, such as pancreatitis or something similar. obviously there is no way to know for sure, but the fact that my symptoms for being diabetic started when i was about 12/13 when a lot of that trauma happened when i was 11/12 is fairly telling. i try not to think about it. i also have yet to mention this to my parents. i’m scared of how they might react. i get my oversized guilty conscience from both of them.

the point is that for about six years i was raised as an only child. at the time i just wanted my big sisters to take me away on day trips so that i could see them again. i wanted them to visit on my birthday and remind me that they were there for me.

they didn’t.

when i was fourteen, my little sister was born, and from that point on i was the oldest sibling in the house. s did babysit my little sister for a while, and it made me really happy—my little sister having one of the big sisters i grew up loving. then my little sisters mom became a stay at home mom and s didn’t need to babysit anymore.

i love being a big sister. i love it more than anything in the world. growing up—even when s and t still lived at home—i wanted a little sibling so bad. i was so excited to finally have one. and then, at eighteen, i had another. they are my soul.

having them kind of put things into perspective, though, because i can’t imagine not being here for them. i can’t imagine not being there on their birthdays, let alone not calling.

i can’t remember the last time t and s said happy birthday to me. i can’t remember the last time i saw them. i can’t remember the last time i spoke to them. i am 23, yes, and i am an adult now, and this is a two way street—but i can’t help but feel anxious to reach out because the precedent was placed when i was a kid and they weren’t ever really there.

it makes me think.

for me, i had t and s as my sisters since the day i was born. i don’t remember a time when they weren’t my sisters. for them, though, my mom was their cousin who got guardianship of them at the same time she had a baby. they did not call my parents mom and dad from the day they moved in. it took time.

which means, for at least the first part of it, they probably did not see me as a sister. i was their cousins baby that they lived with. their second cousin.

to me, they will always be my sisters.

to them, i wonder if i am still theirs.

s came to my high school graduation. t did not, even after she told me that she would be there. i went to hers.

it’s weird because part of me feels angry and resentful and that isn’t necessarily fair because that anger and resentment is based on how i feel and how i project those feelings on them. i compare how i feel about my little siblings to how they were with me.

i get off work as late as 6:30 and my dad and siblings are 30+ minutes away from my job’s location. despite having to wake up at 4:30 am for work the next day, i still make that drive on my siblings birthdays to see them and get home as late as 9 or 10 because i refuse to not see them on their special days.

with t and s, i felt abandoned by them. i am terrified of my little siblings feeling the same.

this is incoherent, i know. this is all over the place and honestly i’m not sure why i’m writing it. i think it has to do with the fact that i got very emotional yesterday about how fast my little siblings are growing up. they both attend the same elementary school that i went to. they have the same music teacher that i had. yesterday, i looked through all of my old videos and pictures of them growing up—watched my little sister crawl and babble and laugh, watched my little brother learn how to pronounce my name and ride his first bike that he got earlier this year for his fifth birthday.

i keep thinking of this—how i feel for them, how much i love them—and i wonder if my older sisters ever felt this strongly about me. they were never obligated to. i know that. i recognize that. in their minds, i may never have really been their sister, and that’s okay because they were never required to view me as such. but i wonder if they know my perspective. if they’ve ever considered it.

because they were always there. my earliest memories consist of them. my baby pictures show them holding me. all of my childhood photos feature them.

and then they were gone.

i mentioned it to my best friend once, only a few months ago, how i think part of me resents them for abandoning me. my best friend stopped and said, “oh. really? i didn’t know that.” and that caught me off guard, because my best friend—my sister, my twin, my person—is the one on this planet who knows me the best and i thought it would be obvious to her.

i don’t talk about my older sisters a lot. i don’t avoid talking about them, necessarily, and anytime the topic of siblings comes up in conversation i never hesitate to mention them, but i don’t go out of my way to bring them up. i don’t tend to think of them very often, and when i do, it’s usually in the context of this.

of heaviness, and resentment, and longing for the kind of bond that i wanted to have with them growing up.

there’s no point to this. i haven’t made some grand conclusion to how i feel or what to do about it. i don’t think i’m going to do anything about it at all.

i just don’t really talk about it and i think i needed to get it out somehow. if only to shake the thoughts out of my head and put them somewhere i can see them.

maybe i’ll send this to my psychologist before our next session and see what she thinks. maybe i’ll just let it disappear into the endless sea of posts on this account. maybe i’ll delete this tonight when i inevitably feel guilty for associating my older sisters, who, despite everything, are still my idols and some of my favorite people, with any kind of negative feelings.

i don’t know. i don’t think i need to know, at least not right now. after all, typing this out has already made me late for work. i suppose that means i should stop.

but before i do—t and s, though i know you don’t know about this account, i do want to make something clear on the off chance this is ever found. i love you. i miss you.

i hope you’re doing good.

love, ariona

[atlafan]

Your relationship with your Nannie sounds so special and peaceful, I love that for you that you have her and her home as that place to go to!!

I'm very lucky that I have a "young" grandmother. She had my uncle at 18 and my mom at 19, so she was a young mom, and then her first grandkid, my cousin, was born when she was like 40??? So wild to even think about. And since I'm the youngest grandkid, I got to spend more time with her and my papa when they used to live in Boston. Like I was always with them and got to have the most sleepovers. My house was so toxic and dysfunctional, it was always a peaceful escape when I got to go to Nannie and Papa's. Even when they lived 20 minutes away, I'd cry when my mom or dad came to pick me up to bring me home. I never wanted to leave.

It was really hard on me when they moved to Florida. I was in the fourth grade. I got to visit them with my mom that year, and it was a blast. Then they got a place up in NH in the summer, and when I tell you that was better than summer camp?? It was. We'd go to the beach and the arcade, and I was actually given food to eat. Being with my grandparents truly were the only times I felt loved and cared for. I was their baby.

Then, since my papa was 18 years older than my nannie (both their second marriage lmao. I wasn't biologically related to him, but that man was my papa), they couldn't keep traveling back and forth. So, they'd come visit when they could, but it wasn't enough. When I was 15, I finally got to go to Florida by myself because I had a job and could buy the plane ticket on my own. It was wonderful, and I made it a yearly tradition. Mostly I'd go in the summer so it wouldn't conflict with school.

Every time I stepped off the plane, I was immediately put at ease. Florida was my happy place, and my grandparents were my sunshine. I miss my papa terribly, he died in 2016. But Nannie and I are still as close as ever. I have always been able to talk to her about anything, and we always make each other laugh. I am literally her little clone. We are so similar, it's scary. I get my road rage from her, I get my humor from her, and I get my bluntness from her. She always speaks up for herself and always says what's on her mind. And that's how I am at this point in my life. She's my whole world. I wish I could have stayed down there longer...but alas, I had to come home to Henry and get back to work. She's not going to be traveling up here much anymore since it's just too much work for her at this point. I'm the only one that really makes time to go down to visit with her. I know it's not feasible for my siblings or mom to go as often as I do, but...I can never understand why they don't feel that urge to be with her like I do. We all got to spend birthday weekends with my grandparents, and they always made us all feel special in our own way. So it bothers me that they don't call as often as I do, or send her cards for holidays/birthdays like I do. She and I shit talk them a lot, it's so validating lmao she and I just think the same about so much, it's so funny

I'm rambling now so I apologize! I had friends growing up that thought it was weird that I was so attached/close with my grandparents, so I always feel like I need to defend myself??? Anyways, yeah, I'm very lucky and privileged to have her

[sortagaysortahigh]

no. 1 smut with argyle 🤭

1: “do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Girl im so sorry but im just, dom reader for sure here. I just I'm sorry but it's necessary bc we all know argyles a simp, best friends to lovers YUH. This one is honestly more sweet, not a ton of smut but its cause i too am a simp and i havent written much for argyle so yk i gotta get the simp shit out first before i unleash the whore kraken

WARNINGS: mentions of male, hand job/blow job, eye contact, def dom!reader vibes, sub!argyle vibes (hes just down bad and a simp), wet dreams tee hee

Join the Sleepover

Tonight was no different from any other night that Argyle crashed at Y/n's. The two had been best friends since the fourth grade-they'd practically grown up together. But lately things have felt a little different-at least for Argyle-and by lately that meant the past six months when with the help of Jonathan he realized that he was actually really into Y/n.

Apparently it wasn't normal to talk about how sweet, pretty, and interesting your best friend is every single day, nor is it normal to constantly call the guys she dated "annoying douchebags that wear knockoffs" or "fake skater surfer boys".

So he knew the truth, he was into her, sure that changed things for him, when they smoked-regardless of where-his eyes would focus on her lips for long periods of time and anytime she touched him it was like a jolt of electricity sent through his entire figure. Not to mention the way he found himself checking her out-eyes glued to her curves anytime she asked him how she looked, and the most recent shameful development.

The dreams. He'd dream about being with her, about fucking into her as she laid below him, his hair brushing against one of her shoulders while she looked up at him with parted lips and hooded eyes. The way she'd moan and whimper his name as her nails scratched along his arms and back, or the way she'd look on top, biting her bottom lip the same way she did when she rolled, all the while she massaged her own tits, eyes held on his. The worst dreams though-were the ones where she was on her knees, staring up at him as her tongue trailed along his cock.

She always looked so pretty like that, mascara stained cheeks as she looked at him through her lashes.

The only thing that made tonight different was when Y/n woke up at two in the morning and went to grab some water, as she crawled back into her bed she heard it-the first low whimper from his sleeping figure, then it happened again, this one a little louder-more of a groan and she had no idea what to do-her eyes wide as she stared.

Then he moaned her name-it wasn't loud but it was coherent and clear-he was having a wet dream about her and it turned her on, her body engulfed in a white heat as she stared, her lips parted now. She opted to wake him up, gently shaking his shoulder "Argyle, argyle get up" her harsh whispers were the first thing he heard as he stirred away-her face a few inches from his.

"Wha-what happened?" she raised a brow "you tell me, sounds like your dream was interesting" she was teasing him, her sultry tone had his eyes widening and brows raising-a look of shock and embarrassment on his face "y/n-hey man it's not what it sounds like okay-i just-you-we-shit okay you caught me" she giggled and shushed him.

"I have a question do you think of me when you touch yourself?” he didn't know how to answer that, blinking several times in shock, still processing that this was real and not just his dream "yeah-obviously" then he placed a hand on her cheek, gently caressing it before sliding along her throat then her shoulder, her brows knit together "what're you doing?" she couldn't help her giggle. "making sure you're real"

"I'm definitely real" he nodded his head "yeah-your skins really soft" she rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she glanced at the evident tent under her sheets, his thin shorts doing nothing to restrain him. "can i help you with that?" he nodded his head "please-oh shit" he groaned as her hand slid down his bare chest, then below the sheets and the waistband of his shorts.

His head lulled back as she palmed him, biting his bottom lip while he shut his eyes "look at me baby" her dominance was evident, he immediately opened his eyes, looking at her face, holding eye contact as she grasped the base of his thick cock, then she started slowly pumping her hand along his shaft-thumb running over the tip over and over again, small whimpers and groans leaving his lips.

Then she moved from her spot, sliding the sheets down-pulling him out of his shorts, repositioning herself between his thighs, laying flat on her stomach, her legs kicked up in the air as she stared at him. The moonlight shining through her blinds reflecting against her figure-and he swore he had to be dreaming.

She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, then she swirled it around his tip, gliding against the slit-gathering every drop of precum and his mind was officially fuzzy while he watched her. Then she took him into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, opting to take him further and further-until he was hitting the back of her throat.

He bit into his fist to stop his loud moans from coming out, his hooded eyes focused on her while she stared up at him-a few tears leaving her eyes as she took him down her throat-gagging around him. She let him go, then brought him back down her throat again-keeping the same rhythm up until she felt his cock twitching, then she took him out of her mouth, opting to wrap her hand around him-jerking him off while she stared at him.

Then she took him into her mouth again, sucking on the tip, his groans getting harder to hold back "y/n-baby-I'm gonna cum and fuck I don't know if you want me to in your mouth-like i don't wanna be rude or anything dude" she pulled him out of her mouth, biting her bottom lip and raising a brow "i want it down my throat"

He rubbed a hand over his face "oh god man-you really can't talk to me like that when you're this close to my dick" she giggled, rolling her eyes playfully before taking him back down her throat-he only lasted a few seconds after that.

Then once she swallowed and finished running her tongue along his cock-cleaning him up, she tucked him back into his shorts and laid back down, this time opting to rest her head against his chest.

"You wanna go on a date or somethin?" she giggled "yeah-i'd like that"

[heckyeahponyscans]

Thoughts on MYM #6: Traditional Unicorn Sleepover

Wow, almost through all the available episodes!  Just two more to go!

Plot Summary:  Izzy invites Misty to a traditional unicorn sleepover, but is disappointed when Misty doesn’t know any of the old Bridlewood traditions.  Meanwhile Misty is trying to fulfill her secret mission from Opaline to steal Sunny’s lantern.

Thoughts on the episode:  Very good episode!  Misty’s dilemma reminds me of when I was a First Grader and was assigned a Fourth Grade partner on a trip to the park.  (For those with a different schooling system, First Graders are about six and Fourth Graders are about 10.) The Fourth Grader asked me if was the kid who “had an imaginary friend”, and even though I wasn’t, I was so intimidated that I said yes.  Unfortunately all the Fourth Grade girls thought this was cute, so they peppered me with questions about my non-existent imaginary friend, so I had to make even more stuff up, and overall it was very stressful, lol.

Anyway, the idea of Misty being culturally unmoored from her unicorn heritage is interesting.  Were her parents even from Bridlewood?  Because it seems like Equestria was completely cut off from the outside world.  Maybe they were explorers and were stuck outside when the Invisi-bubble went up.

Zipp being INSTANTLY suspicious of Misty and needling her / testing her throughout the night was great, I love Zipp.

Izzy is obviously homesick for Bridlewood and was hoping Misty would be that point of connection, someone she could reminisce with.  I think the comparison would be someone who emigrated from one country to another, and their new home doesn’t celebrate any of the holidays they grew up with.  And yeah, you can still do those holiday activities yourself but . . . the point of a festival or holiday is that it’s a communal celebration.

Izzy just bottled up her feelings, assuming her friends wouldn’t be interested in her Bridlewood nostalgia, and it was a nice resolution for her to find out that wasn’t the case, that they would listen and help her recreate her favorite childhood activities.

The story of “how Equestria came to be” is interesting because, first of all, obviously there was a lot of history before that point, but to these ponies Twilight Sparkle might as well have lived at the beginning of time, which is funny to think about. Misty’s version of the story, obviously fed to her by Opaline, is that Opaline rightfully had all the magic until other ponies “stole” it.  Also her story describes Opaline as “not a pony at all”, like alicorns are a different species.

We also learn that Twilight Sparkle is the one who created the Unity Crystals, which inadvertently led to the pony-kinds splitting up.  Personally I would have had a pony princess in-between Twilight and the big split, because as it is, uhhh, it kind of seems like the whole situation is Twilight Sparkle’s fault, and I don’t like when a new series undoes a previous series’ happy ending.  (Same thing happened with Transformers Prime / TF Robots in Disguise 2015.)  But, I did think “you’re a princess now!” was a strange ending for Twilight Sparkle and to me confirms, yeah, maybe a pony shouldn’t be put on the fast-track to royalty just because she’s an alicorn.  (IMO Twilight Sparkle would have been happiest as a historian or college professor.  A REAL college professor, not “I’m teaching ponies about ~friendship~”.)

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Random Thoughts: 

- Sparky doesn’t like Misty, his danger sense (or dragon sense) is tingling

- Unlike Tell Your Tale, where unicorns are common around town, I think Misty is the first unicorn (aside from Izzy and baby pony Peach Fizz) in Mare-time Bay.  Which explains why Izzy was so excited to meet her.

- I wonder how Misty is getting back and forth to Opaline’s castle.  Maybe they have something similar to a Ground Bridge in Transformers, a portal that can teleport them back and forth.

- Hitch giving Sparky “upsies” with his kicks was sooo cute, making him a dragon dad was a great choice

- The tea lights are literal teacups with lights in them!

- I feel like I always talk about how cute Misty is, but AM I WRONG?  The way she screamed out “BRIGHTHOUSE!” when she was asked her last name was precious.  She ends up going with “Misty Brightdawn”, which I assume will become her “real” name when she gets a toy.  (Hasbro . . . she’d better get a toy or I will mutiny.)

- Izzy explaining the rules of her boardgame and then slapping it across the room because the party was behind schedule was great

- We once again get a reference to Buttons, who was Izzy’s great-great-aunt and who started the tradition of hoof-reading.

- A lot of Bridlewood unicorn traditions center around divination: hoof-reading, tea-leaf reading, etc.  Maybe this was a way to still have “magic” after their actual magic disappeared.

- Misty sniffs the popcorn before tasting it, like an actual horse, and it’s extremely cute

- “Trotting Hill” is a pony version of Notting Hill starring Julia Roberts and Hugh Grant.  Specifically this is a reference to the “I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me” scene.

- So I might be reading this wrong but it seemed like Misty couldn’t see the lantern, like it’s still magically shielded from her.  Although maybe Misty is just unobservant.

- Opaline critiquing Misty’s maniacal laughter (”it’s a marathon, not a sprint”) is just . . . Please redeem this villain so she can hang around town being snide.

- One of the things Izzy misses about Bridlewood is “the Wishiehoofs” and “lighting the Glowpaz stones on each day of the Wishehoof holidays” and I hope we get more info on whatever that is. Maybe in the holiday special?

- That moment where Zipp tries to tell Pipp about her suspicions but Pipp 100% doesn’t care and just walks off while Zipp is mid-sentence. God I love Pipp.

[death-witch-speaks]

Hades Devotional Writing #3- Religious Trauma Edition

My town of less than 800 people has six churches.

My old school constantly looks the other way when it comes to prayer in class (led by staff, no less).

Nothing is scheduled on Wednesday nights, because everyone goes to a Wednesday night church group.

Every school assembly has an incredibly thinly veiled attempt to make sure everyone maintains "good christian values."

Your friend group are the people who go to the same church you do- and if you don't go to church? Good luck having a friend group for very long.

My dad would listen to televangelists on the radio and watch them on TV, making us all sit and listen to the "good word," all the while soaking in the incredibly hateful message so many of them tout.

This is the environment I grew up in.

Every time I would ask a question in sunday school, or wonder why the wording of something made no sense, I would be told to just "be a good little girl." I wanted to know the answers to things the other kids didn't care about, which made me a problem.

When I was in fourth grade, my school guidance counselor convinced my parents to send me to the same church camp her daughter was going to- saying how it would be such a good thing for me, how it would make everything better, how "god knows all, he's there to help."

I have never felt like more of an outsider in my life, and I grew up as a neurodivergent bookworm obsessed with anthropology and bones.

The other girls didn't like me. They didn't understand why I would ask so many questions, or why I liked the "boy" activities so much. They didn't understand why anyone would want to touch the bow and arrow, why we had to go paintballing, or why I was good at those things and not at the sleepover talk or discussing crushes on boys.

I knew they didn't like me much. I knew they didn't understand why I would rather hang out with the counselor than the kids, or why I insisted on reading or writing during their "sleepover talks." I knew they didn't get why someone would rather actually go swimming than stay on the beach and gossip.

I was nine years old, a tomboy, and I wanted to do things that made me happy instead of what was "ladylike." Now, I can look back and understand that was because I'm just simply not a girl, but then I thought it was just because I was different.

I swore that I never wanted to go back, when I finally got home. I was sent back for the next three summers.

The feeling of displacement was ever present, but it didn't really come to a head until that final summer.

I was in seventh grade, about 12 years old. I was in the "older kids" camp for the first time, and I didn't know anyone at the camp. Around me, the girls I was forced to be all too close to for 10 days were claiming how they "felt god" and how they were finally being saved, left and right.

I thought they were a little crazy, because I didn't feel god. I didn't feel anything other than tired and hungry and overwhelmed because I could never, ever be alone for more than about five minutes.

And then it was prayer walk time. We were supposed to go down this looping trail and "talk to god" about all our problems, letting him relieve us of them. One by one, I watched the other girls disappear along the trail and then come back crying, saying they had really felt god and that he had made everything so, so much better.

Finally, when it was my turn, I went down this trail. It was boring, honestly, just walking down a path and not being allowed to go quickly. Every so often there were prayer prompts, and most of them were things I didn't think I needed to talk about.

I was twelve! Why would I need to pray to keep "pure?" Why would I need to pray to find a good husband? Why would I need to pray that god took away all my sinful urges?

I ended up sitting by the creek and claiming I was "deep in thought and prayer" when the girls behind me passed me, but really was I frustrated and confused.

Why could they all "feel" god? Why couldn't I? Why did I have to pray for other people to be nice to me? Why did I have to want some dumb boy to take care of me when I can take care of myself? Why couldn't I just fit in with the others?

Why! Why?

Why wouldn't anyone answer my questions? Why wasn't I allowed to ask them in front of the others? Why did they seem to find it funny I was on the outside looking in? Why couldn't I just understand what they were talking about an join in? Why didn't anyone share even one of my interests? Why did they laugh when I said I wanted to be a forensic anthropologist, like it was some big inside joke?

Why was I taken to the side by the counselor and told to socialize more? Why was I the only one to participate in things? Why did nobody else want to do the actually fun parts of summer camp?

I didn't understand then. I couldn't. All I knew was that I was praying and praying and praying, begging for god to answer me and let me know why I was so different, why he had put me on the outside, why he wanted to torture me like that.

All I knew was the other girls felt his presence, they felt him embrace them- and I didn't feel a thing.

When I turned away from that water, I had made a decision, somewhere in the back of my mind. Turning away from that water, I renounced god and all his blatant lies.

If I was going to blindly follow some dude in the sky, I wanted some results. I wanted some answers.

Why couldn't anyone tell me if there was free will in heaven? Why couldn't they tell me why Lucifer was so wrong, if he was punishing those who were evil? Why could anything be forgiven, even if it was entirely reprehensible and the person didn't even feel sorry?

If the guy wasn't even going to answer a simple prayer, or let the adults around me answer valid questions, why would I follow him? Why would I give him blind obedience?

It was almost a year later I started dabbling in witchcraft, but it was almost three years from that point before I was able to even consider working with a deity.

When I finally did start working with Hades, all the things I wished I had felt all those years ago- I could finally feel them.

I could feel Hades around me, filling me with a sense of love and pride.

I could feel Hades when I tentatively sent out a prayer.

Hades did his best to answer every question I had, with the utmost amount of patience.

I felt the comforting chill of His embrace, welcoming me home in the way I had been missing for far too long.

It took me a long time to de-christianize my view of Hades. To accept that I could do things for Him that I had been taught are taboo or wrong. To understand that He plays by His own rules and I was allowed to do the same.

It took even longer for me to understand why I had never felt the christian god.

Hades had always been there, lurking around the corner and waiting for me to come to Him. He had staked His claim on me, and He wasn't going to let anyone else get in the way.

-Jae

Hades/Persephone Discord || Asks

[eddieheart]

PARTIES

Fandom: Shameless

Pairing: Ethel x oc (if you squint)

Description: Debbie invites Holly, Holly invites Thalia. (Re-posted from Wattpad)

April 25 2022

Holly brings a friend to Debbie's party.

I'm fine, I'm doing fine. Really everything is okay. It's not like Holly would believe me. She's like me, I hit puberty young and now I don't really look my age.

She tries not to look her age, mine is all natural. I'm 15 nut I've been told I look 20. Regardless of what I wear I tend to look at little too.... r rated.

Holly and I have been friends since we were kids. We met at day care, we aren't in the same grade anymore but we've stayed friends.

I've been dealing with some stuff recently but I've been doing all right. I'm more of a homebody and I like my space. Holly likes to party, that's not really my thing.

According to her I'm 'mentally I'll' because I don't want to be stuck in a room with jackasses who are high out of their minds.

That's how I got here, standing in Holly's yard as she explained what party we'd be going to. Some girl in her class was having a birthday party and invited her. Which to holly means I'm going too. At least it's better than frat boys and whores.

Holly like always planned on wearing something that covered nothing. She plans to seduce this girl's older brother or something.

"C'mon let me dress you up too, you'll look so hot. Maybe you can get the other brother." She smiled as she spoke.

I wish she was joking but knowing her she wasn't.

"No thanks Holl I can dress myself thanks."

"Fine then." She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Bring sleep clothes, meet me here and I'll take you up okay?" I nod in response and make my way home.

I walked into my house quietly, slipping upstairs as fast as I could grabbing my clothes and walking downstairs.

I search through my kitchen recklessly. I have to bring something to the party, it's the girl's birthday. I grab a houseplant we got a few days ago, it's a cactus. It's stabbed me one time too many. Before I went to Holly's I grabbed my meds and hid them in my go bag.

They're prescription, the meds. Some to help me sleep and some to help me function, either way I can't risk skipping.

Before I can make it out the door I'm interrupted.

"Hey Thalia, where you going." The deep grumbled voice of my brother rang though the room.

"A sleepover." I smiled at him timidly. Looking up though my lashes.

"Holly?" I nodded "just be careful with that girl, okay. Call me if you need anything alright." He kissed my forehead as I pushed open the door with my arm, cactus in hand.

"Bye thals." He called out. I waved to him.

The walk to Holly's house wasn't long, neither was the walk to Debbie's. They're house was old, not too old but not new either. The door was spray painted 'husband fucker' in bright red.

Well, this is gonna be fun huh?

Holly knocks on the door and a redheaded boy answers. I remember him, I think we go to school together. I smile at him as Holly pushed past and into the living room.

I followed her slowly as a short red haired girl greets Holly. She must be Debbie. I smile and wave.

"Hi, happy birthday. I brought you a cactus." I smiled and held it out to her.

"It's not my birthday, thanks though." She grabs the cursed plant and puts it in the kitchen.

An older girl walks out of the kitchen and another boy comes downstairs. How many people live here? The door opens and a girl walks in.

The boy, Lip? Commented on his sisters clothing choices and she talked to Debbie about Holly and I.

"What is she like 15 years old, Deb?" She asked the younger girl.

"You said I could invite kids from my class, she's in my class. It's not my fault she's still in the fourth grade."

"And who's this other girl huh." She's trying to be quiet but she's still loud enough that I can hear.

"I don't know her friend or something, she brought me a cactus." The older girl sighs and goes to leave.

I look around awkwardly as two young boys come in from the back door.

"Hey Carl, who's that?" Debbie called out.

"Hi I'm little Hank, happy birthday." The other boy ignores Debbie and walks to the couch.

"It's not really my birthday."

"Yeah well I didn't really bring a present." He said snidely as he walked past her following the other boy.

I sat on the end of the couch awkwardly. Carl, her younger brother I assume, stares at me intensely. So does his friend.

A little while later another girl shows up, she has on a blue dress. She seems sweet.

"Hi I'm Ethel are you a friend of Debbie's?" She asked softly.

"No actually, I'm friends with Holly. The blind girl. My name's Thalia." I hold out my hand to shake. He hands are small and callused, but her skin is soft.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Thalia."

"Likewise." We smile at each other. "So do you know everyone's names I'm not really up to speed yet."

"Of course, they're Debbie, her brothers; Carl, Ian and Lip, Phillip and Liam her baby brother. Her oldest sister is Fiona." She smiles and points at people as she speaks.

"Thanks."

"So you guys want pizza?" Lip asks. The others cheer in agreement.

It wasn't long before we were watching a movie, the sky getting dark. After everyone sets up makeshift beds in the live room, getting ready to sleep. Holly nudges me and points to my bag.

"Meds." She whispers into my ear.

I smile and nod. Thank gods she reminded me, I always forget. I don't want to take them in front of the kids, the boys seam all too eager to get there hands on anything like that.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I grab my bag and head upstairs. Fuck, which room is the bathroom. I walk through the short hall, I hear a gurgling noise and then a small cry from one of the rooms.

I wish open the door and see a baby. This must be Liam. I smile at him as he drifts back to bed.

I listen into the room next door, I think someone's fucking in there. There's three other rooms.

I listen to another and don't hear anything all that's inside is a bed in the corner.

Last two, a fifty fifty chance. I open the first door seeing a bunk bed and another bed in the corner. I see something on the ground and lean down to get a better look.

"You're not supposed to be in here." I jump and exhale loudly.

"Shit! Motherfuckin' hell you scared the skit out of me." My breathing is heard and loud. "Sorry dude I was just looking for the bathroom." He smiles and laughs lightly, reaching out a hand to help me up.

"It's fine, the bathroom is across the hall." I hear a shaking noise and see one of my pull bottles hit the floor.

The bright orange container rolls forward. I reach for it but Ian beats me to it. My lips tighten, great. He eyes me wearily.

"You didn't come up to do drugs did you?" He asked. I grimace.

"No those are my sleeping pills, I'm an I am insomniac, I can't sleep without them. I didn't want to take them in front of the kids." He nods and hand me the bottle.

"No problem, I get it." He smiles and I leave the room.

At least he wasn't weird about it. I finally find the bathroom taking my pill and I seing the bathroom before going downstairs.

I lay down I'm almost asleep when I hear Holly say she's going to the bathroom. By the time she came back I was asleep dead to the world.

I have no idea what happened after but when I woke up I was the only one left.

Ethel was shaking me as I awoke and Fiona was talking to Debbie.

"Are you alright? You wouldn't wake up. There was quite a commotion last night, your friend left." She smiled at me as I sat up.

"I'm fine don't worry, I'm just a deep sleeper." I'm not technically lying, my meds really do knock me out.

"Lip you didn't!" Fiona yelled.

"I didn't! She came on to me and I pushed her off. She got upset and left. She said not to worry about the girl, 'she would wake up anyway', whatever that means." They were talking about Holly, she left me. Of corse.

"Would you like some breakfast Thalia?" Eltgel asked breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Sure, thank you."

As we walked into the kitchen the door opened a blind girl stormed in. She argued with Fiona and another man came in behind her.

I didn't understand what they were talking about. As they argued Ethel slipped out. I didn't notice until I heard the door. She left me too.

I walked out the back door to sat in the family's backyard. I opened my bag took out my morning meds and a bottle of water and looked around. I slipped my pill bottles back into my bag.

The family comes out eventually playing in the pool with two older people.

"Hey Debs who that?" The older woman asked.

"She's Holly's friend she hasn't left yet." I feel a twinge of something.

"I would call my brother but I don't have a phone, I was gonna use yours but umm.. those people showed up." I know I'm not wanted here but it's not like I can just wander off.

"Hey why don't you wait here with us, you can you use my phone. It's in Kiev's pants over there."

"Okay. Thank you." I nod and smile timidly. I walk over to the chair digging through the man's pants. Once I find the phone I dial Jacob. I don't want the others to listen, I don't have anything bad to say I just don't want anyone listening in.

Both Jacob and I speak Russian, our mother taught us before she died.

"Hello." A voice asked over the phone.

"Hey Jacob, can you come get me?" I asked ignore the stares of the others.

"Holly ditched you?" He asked softly "where's the address?"

"You know the Gallaghers? It's there house." I look to the ground as I speak.

"Frank right? Yeah I know the place, I'm not my way. See y'a Thals."

"Bye."

I put the phone back in Kev's pocket and sit down again.

"What was that? Russian?" V asked.

"Yes." I give a tight lipped smile and nod.

Fiona came into the yard as Lip got out of the pool. He dried of his face and looked up. I can see why Holly likes him so much.

A blond girl storms into the yard.

"Why the hell was Mandy Milkovich at my house trying to fuck Joady!? He didn't do it by the way!" She yelled.

"That's cus' he's a pussy." The girl lunges towards Lip and kicks him, hard.

I can see that she's not going to stop so I jump up and try to pull her back. I grab her solder and she slaps me. Bitch. I held a hand to my lip, it was bleeding.

I look up at her she snarls at me and goes for Lip again, Ian starts to come forward. That's when all hell brakes loose.

I kick her leg and she stumbled back. She swings for me. I grab her fist with one hand her forearm with my other and twist her arm behind her back.

"Oww what the hell?!" She screams she tried to lunge up again and I push her arm down again.

"You tried to hit me! You didn't expect me to fight back?!" I yelled at her.

That's when Jacob walks through the yard gate.

"Really Thalia?! What now?"

"She hit me Jacob! I was trying to get her off of Lip!" I cried out still holding her arm.

"Lip?! What kind of name is Lip." He sighs loudly. "Just let her go and come home."

I let go of her arm and she holds it to her chest. She runs out of the yard.

"That was baddass!" Carl yells.

I smile awkwardly. Oh shit.

[feelingisshit]

Don’t Know Me - Stan Uris x Reader

Warnings - swearing, sexual mentions, victor and belch, this is my first time writing for IT

Stan and I had never really got along, it wasn’t like we always hated each other but we really never clicked as I did with the rest of the losers. We just never really had anything in common except our friends which obviously wasn’t enough because those friends started to become what was pushing us even farther apart. A snide remark from Richie here and there and then the rest of the group opting to believe Stan more often than not put more tension on our relationship and soon enough both of us did hate each other. 

“God, why do you have to correct everything I say? You’re such a fucking know-it-all Stanley!” Stan scoffed and rolled his eyes so aggressively that I thought maybe they’d fall out of his damn head. “All you do is try to take control of everything I do or say! And you know what else Stan?” I ask, moving towards him and poking a finger into his chest. “What? What nonsense do you have to say this time (y/n)? Really I’d love to know!” this makes me fume and if we were in a cartoon you’d most likely see smoke shoot out of my ears. “That! That’s what else Stan! You act like I’m so ignorant when really I get the same grades if not better than you do. Just because I don’t like to use my free time to study new things like you and Ben do doesn’t mean I’m an idiot!” I stomp and all the losers shrink back away from us.

I look over at them and my eyes immediately when I see that Eddie and Ben are visibly worried. I turn back to Stan who’s looking down on me with an expression I can’t quite read. I sigh heavily before grabbing my bag off the dirt-covered planks of the clubhouse and heading to the ladder up. “W-Where are you y-y-you go-going (y/n)?” Bill stutters out and I shoot Stan a glare before looking back at Bill. “I need a breather so I’m going back into town, probably home. If you guys want to hang out again later that’s fine by me.” I say before taking the ladder back up to the surface and walking back towards town to get ice cream.

“Why? Why the fuck does he hate me so much?” I cried, leaning over my ice cream. God Stan pisses me off to no end but at least I’m really the only one who he treats this way. At least he’s nice to the rest of the losers. “He’d be so pretty if he wasn’t scowling all the time…” I say to myself before finishing my ice cream. As I finish my cone and start to get up I get pushed back down onto the curb. I look up and see the two remaining boys of Bowers’ gang above me with hesitant smiles and shifting eyes. They look down on me with much more venom than I’ve ever seen in Stan’s eyes when he looks at me. “What are you doing all alone on the pavement? Your group of fuck buddies tired of you already? Ya get too used for their liking?” Victor spat at me and I let out a laugh without thinking. He grabbed me by my top and pulled me closer to him, so close that I could smell the liquor he had been drinking. The scent hit my nose so hard that I didn’t get to hear what he had said before he slapped me, threw me to the pavement, kicked me in the side a few times, then ran for the hills with Belch following closely behind.

“Are you alright (y/n)?” I didn’t get to register who had said that to me before I started crying again. Whoever had come to check on me just sat beside me quietly listening and rubbing a hand over my back to help soothe me. While I cried I let everything go to this stranger, I told them about practically everything that had been bothering me. Like part of the traumatic events of earlier that summer and how much Stan being a major dickhead was affecting me. All they did was rub their hand up and down my back and before I had realized it, the sun was already almost set and I would need to be home soon for dinner.  I quickly got up, wiped my eyes, gathered my belongings, and shouted a quick thanks before running off in the direction of my home without thinking to take a quick look back.

The next few times the losers club hung out Stan was fairly silent, opting to read a book instead of listening to mostly just Eddie and Richie bickering. The fourth hangout all Stan could seem to do was stare at me over the edge of his big book of birds. Yet, every time I locked eyes with him he looked away quickly, acting as if he hadn’t just been peering at me for at least fifteen minutes straight. That was about all I could stand to let him stare me down while I was trying to have a conversation with Ben and Beverly. “Why is he staring at you like that? Did something happen after you went to take a breather?” Bev questioned and Ben shuddered from the memory of how angry I had gotten. “I have no fucking clue to be completely honest with you. I really wish I did know what was going on in that pretty head of his…” I said without really thinking too much and both Ben and Bev did a double-take after I had said it. I regretted my words as soon as they had absentmindedly come out of my mouth and I laid my head in my hands, thankful that Stan was sitting on the other side of the clubhouse from us.  

“(y/n)? What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” Bev teased and Ben pushed her a bit but all she did was laugh and then lean onto Ben’s shoulder to listen to what I’ll have to say. “Seriously tho, Bev’s teasing aside, I never thought I’d hear you say something like that about one of us and especially not Stan.” I groan and lift my head to look around. Everyone was still caught up in their conversations to pay us any mind. The only person who even thought to give us attention was still just Stan. When I caught his eyes with mine he didn’t look away immediately like he had before, like he somehow knew we were talking about him. I wave my hand awkwardly and he simply nods back at me and then looks back down to keep reading his big bird book.

I leaned forward towards the two so that hopefully only they could hear me. “Yeah…” I sighed and shook my head “I think Stan is cute but that doesn’t change the fact that we still basically hate each other.” Ben nodded thoughtfully with a hand to his chin. Bev butts in, “I don’t know, I think something has changed. He’s never kept his distance like this.” She stated plainly, leaning back against the wooden post with her hands laced behind her head. “He usually just sits with everyone and then argues with you if you bring something up. Are you sure nothing happened between you two after you had left?” She asks closing her eyes to rest them, a soft smile resting on her lips.

“I mean yeah i’m sure, unless you guys sent him after me. Someone, I didn't get to see who, checked up on me after I got pushed around a bit by Victor and Belch outside the ice cream shop.” She coughed and sat straight up looking at me with wide eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Victor and Belch got to you and you didn’t think to mention it to any of us?!” Bev shouted which quickly gained the rest of the boys’ attention. The only eyes that didn't look up at Bev were Stan’s. In fact, he actually shrank even further into his book if that were even possible. I tried to wave everyone’s attention off but none of them even started to look away until I had proved that I was fine other than a few bruises. After they had all finally gone back to their prior conversations I told Ben and Bev what I had ended up saying to whoever was kind enough to comfort one of the loser kids. Ben and Bev exchanged looks but neither of them seemed to want to make an effort to express what they were thinking.

The next time we all got together again was at Bill’s place for a sleepover. And by then whatever remorse Stan had for me had passed because he was back to being obnoxious as usual, correcting my grammar, and whatever else he thought I was wrong about. “Ya know what Stan?” I finally spit out after he had corrected my grammar for maybe the twelfth time already that night. Everyone looked nervously between the two of us, scared that a screaming match would start soon. Stan cocked an eyebrow at me and my eye twitched before I started to answer, “Stan, I have no idea why you had mercy on me for a few days and I have absolutely no clue what crawled up your fucking ass and died that put you in a shit mood but I really don’t want to be in a bad mood tonight. Do you think you could at least be a little nicer to me for your friends so you don’t fuck up their time?” I was exhausted already and we had only been at Bill’s for maybe an hour. “Honestly I might just head to bed now so Stan plays nice since he only ever seems to really be upset with me. Or maybe I’ll just head home even so I’m not even in the same house to be upset with. Oh, and Stan?” He tilted his head questioningly. “Maybe get to know a girl a bit more before you hate her cause honestly you don’t even really know me.” I breathed and gathered my belongings. I tried to leave too but Bill was one step ahead of me.

“P-please do-don’t leave (y/n). You can go l-lay down in-in my room if y-you need a bre-breather.” I nod and smile softly, “Thanks Billy.” I say before setting my bag back down on the floor by the couch and heading up to Bill’s room for a break from the chaos. After a few minutes of getting to lay in silence and stare at the ceiling a knock sounded at Bill’s bedroom door. “Come in,” I say, half expecting Ben, Bev, or Eddie to be the one at the door but when I look over at the door after it had opened I see Stan standing there awkwardly in the frame of the door. “I said you could come in Stan, I don’t know why you’re up here but believe me you’re welcome to come in none the less.” I say looking back up at the ceiling. I hear the floorboards creak and feel the bed dip beside me. I hear Stan mumble something and I sigh and sit up on the bed. “I couldn’t hear what you said, you’re mumbling.” I state, looking straight at Stan whose face is red and his golden brown eyes are shifting quite a lot. “I’m sorry, okay!” he suddenly shouted and it startled me since he doesn’t usually get very loud.

“What?” I say more out of confusion than anything else and Stan stands and starts to head towards the door. I jump up and grab at his wrist to stop him. “I didn’t come in here to fight you, I’m sorry. I’ll try to leave you be from now on. That’s all I came to say.” he rubs the back of his neck with his free hand nervously. “You sure? It sorta seems like there’s more you want to say.” I ask and he sighs, “I was the person who was with you after Victor and Belch got to you  and I didn’t realize how much what i said actually affected you. So, I’m sorry for everything I’ve said to or about you.” He apologizes with a red face and I chuckle lightly. “I’m sorry too Stan, I haven’t been all that honest with you either.” He tilts his head in confusion and I shake my head and continue, “I don’t hate you Stan, I honestly wish I did after everything you’ve done and said to me to piss me off over the years. Really I,” I pause, taking a deep breath before I admit this to him. 

“I  honestly think you’re pretty cute, handsome, pretty, whatever word you’d prefer.” I manage to spit out with a heated face and this time not from anger but from slight embarrassment of admitting something I’ve only told Bev and Ben. He just stands there staring at me in awe or shock, I couldn’t quite tell which. I place a hand on his shoulder and pull him down to my level. I place a soft kiss on his cheek before starting to head back to the group sitting in Bill’s living room. “I guess you do know me huh Stan Uris?” I whisper to myself before walking into the living room and sitting down among the other losers.

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Y’all remember that Dirk John AU that I said I wanted to write...well it has taken a turn. Now it reads more like little windows into a budding relationship.

Here’s to childhood friends!

The first time John considers the idea of boys kissing boys he’s in the fourth grade. It is also the last time he plays hide and seek. 

“I think I’m too old for hide and seek,” Dirk pushes John’s face away with the hard plastic of the game controller. His older brother is supposed to be picking him up from the sleepover soon, but if the dog-shaped clock on the wall isn’t wrong, Dave is already half an hour late. 

John flinches and falls back into the bed. Dirk is willing to ignore him for Rainbow Road but John’s disappointed expression holds his attention. 

“You sound like Janey,” John mutters. “Everyone says they’re too old and I’m too little. But you’re only a year older! Stop treating me like I’m a baby!” John kicks his legs around and apologizes when he lands a hit on Dirk’s leg. 

Dirk watches John in silence for a moment. His sisters have pointed out that he should try to be less blunt since you catch more flies with honey, not that he’s entirely sure why he’s supposed to catch flies, or how he’s supposed to speak in honey. 

“You are a baby.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Dirk knows he has messed up. John’s face drops with a betrayed wail. He quickly tosses a pillow in Dirk’s direction. 

“It’s not a bad thing,” Dirk swats the pillow away. He reaches over and ruffles John’s dark hair in an affectionate manner like Dirk’s own older siblings will do to him whenever Dirk is upset.

“It’s cute and fun and it means you get away with lots of stuff.”

John still wears the insult on his face as he scoots to the edge of the bed. Their legs dangle over the edge of the bed and John’s chest twists when he notices that Dirk’s feet already touch the ground. 

He pushes his thick-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and sighs. 

“Yeah, but,” he sighs again, “You’re going to sixth grade next year and then I really will be too little. You’re going to hang out with all of the other big kids and you and Jane are going to forget all about me.”

Dirk scoffs, “I don’t think Jane could forget about you. She’s your sister and you live with her. I’ve tried forgetting about Rose and that’s never worked.”

John lets out a short laugh and Dirk can’t help but smile to himself. He has always thought that John has one of those faces that just doesn’t look right when they’re sad. Like his big sister Roxy. When she gets sad it makes Dirk think that everything is sad. 

“Hey,” Dirk says hopping off the bed, “Let’s go play hide and seek.” 

--

Despite John being a terrible hider (or Dirk is too good of a seeker), they have fun. Dirk finds it difficult not to fall into John’s infectious enthusiasm for the game. And while he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, Dirk enjoys pretending he’s Detective Conan on the case. 

John prefers to hide anyways. Whenever he’s the one looking for Dirk, it takes way too long and makes the game a little boring. John likes the feeling of anticipation that he can’t contain whenever he sees Dirk’s shadow move around and he can hear the light sound of Dirk’s muttering getting closer and closer to wherever John hides. 

So when Dirk starts to count John takes off. 

He runs as fast as he can through the house and out into the back yard. Dirk said this was the last round and before they play Mario Kart-- John knows he needs to make it count. 

His blue sneakers light up green as he hops around assessing a new and ideal hiding location for himself. 

The back yard is full of John’s typical hiding spots. There are a few trees and hedges that might work but John has already hidden behind those today. He looks at the dad-approved spots for playing in the backyard and feels the anxious frustration that comes with the pressure of a countdown bubble up. 

Dirk is getting closer to the number 100 when John spots a non approved location. The realization makes John feel particularly proud of himself; hiding in a not dad-approved spot behind the tool shed? Dirk will never find him!

John sprints past the scattered and mostly abandoned playground pieces toward the toolshed. It sits under a treelined corner, which hides everything perfectly under the shade of overgrown bushes and machinery. His dad says he should stay away from that side of the house since it is full of sharp and hard metal tools, but John isn’t a baby and he can absolutely handle hiding behind some old walls. 

When he sees Jake, John’s first instinct is to drop low and hide. Mostly out of habit, since he feels like the older kids are always hiding something from him but John also hides out of curiosity. 

John isn’t entirely sure what is happening. His mind briefly forgets that he’s supposed to be hiding from Dirk, but instead his mind races with questions about what Jake could possibly doing behind the shed. 

John shifts his weight and leans over enough to get a better view. His eyes go wide at the sight. 

He’s never seen people kiss outside of some movies and for a moment John thinks that they are just whispering really close to each other. It’s not until Jake’s hand moves up and readjusts their angle, that it clicks for John.

Jake is kissing Dave, Dirk’s big brother. 

John is halfway to a loud gasp that gets cut off as Dirk covers his mouth with his hand. His eyes are just as wide as John’s and he can’t help but think that it’s the most expressive he’s seen his friend be in a while. John takes in the additionally rare view long enough that he forgets his initial scandal for a moment. He fixates on the bright blush that covers Dirk’s face.

Dirk swallows hard before he looks away from where his brother is kissing John’s older cousin. When he looks down, John is staring at him confused. 

He takes John’s hand and as quiet as possible, leads him back toward the house. As soon as their feet touch the bricks of the back patio, both boys sprint into the house tripping over each other and past John’s confused sister, until they reach John’s mess of a bedroom. 

“What was that!” John shrieks. 

Dirk hushes him and pushes John toward the window. Dirk crouches down so that he can barely look over the window sill. 

“Don’t just stand there,” Dirk means to sound annoyed but his voice trails with distraction. 

John watches Dirk quietly and wonders what he’s thinking about. He looks a little more like his regular self, compared to the surprised expression from earlier, if not maybe a little bit more serious.

“That was weird right?” John whispers after a moment. “Boys aren’t supposed to kiss boys, right?”

Dirk turns and rests his back against the wall. “I dunno,” he mutters, “Says who?” Dirk stares down at his hands as if in deep thought. 

John squints his eyes and tries to remember, “I think Zack, the one in Mr.Jenkin’s class, said so.”

Dirk rolls his eyes, ��Zack is an idiot. Don’t listen to what he says. He ate dirt once and didn’t even get paid for it.”

John hums in agreement and sits down next to his friend. 

“So, not weird? That your big brother and my cousin were, were kissing?”

Dirk shakes his head slowly, almost as if he’s unsure of his own answer. 

“I can’t imagine kissing anybody! So gross.” John huffs. 

Dirk spares a cautious glance at John and feels relief when he sees John’s toothy grin.

“I mean, eventually, maybe,” John blushes, “I guess I am too little for kissing,” he taps his forehead and thinks, “But so are you!” he rushes, “You too Dirk, you’re too little to kiss. Just because you’re in fifth grade doesn’t mean you can kiss people. Jake is like, a hundred--”

“He’s sixteen,”

John gasps, “That’s still old! So best bro pact, right now, no kissing! Anyone!”

Dirk stares down at John’s offered pinky. His head is still swimming with rapid-fire questions that his brain tries to catalog as fast as they form. 

“Dirk!” John hisses, “Promise!”

There’s something about John’s urgency that clears Dirk’s mind.

“Okay,” Dirk concedes and John beams with satisfaction. “But! You can’t tell anyone about what we saw! Best bro promise! You gotta swear on your signed Stay-Puft action figure.”

In the distance, they can hear someone call for Dirk.

“Only if you promise on your secret my little pony collection that you won’t kiss anybody!”

“Ever?”

“Ever!” John shrieks at the same time Jane calls for Dirk.

Dirk wraps their pinkies together and meets John’s determined eyes one more time. 

---

John doesn’t really think about kissing much after that. 

And he only ever thinks about boys kissing when Jake comes out a year later. 

The dreams where John is the one hiding behind the tool shed kissing a faceless blond boy with warm skin and chapped lips won’t start for a few years.

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Can you please write a lil imagine of Sirius with 💛42? Thank you💖 ilysm

Yesss!!! Hope you enjoy it, honey! I love youuuu🥰❤

warnings: none, just pure fluff!, Sirius being a clingy and cute little bastard, young!Sirius Black, fluff again, gender neutral!reader, have i already said it's fluffy? english is not my first language, so I'm sorry for any mistakes!!

prompt 42, 💛 list: "Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead."

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You had a Divination exam tomorrow and you knew absolutely nothing about what you were studying, which meant you stayed up all night trying to study for the goddamn exam so you could at least receive an Acceptable instead of a Troll.

Well, as I said, you were trying to. It's not like you didn't want to pay attention to every word of the giant book in front of you so you could have great grades in Divination, you wanted it more than anything at the moment.

The only problem was: the one and only Sirius Black, your boyfriend. He had promised to help you study for the exam and you, of course, accepted it since you always loved spending time with him. Besides, he was surprisingly very good at Divination.

Well, the thing is that he was distracting you more than helping you. He had spent the last five minutes whining and trying to kiss you so you could cuddle him.

"Come on, (Y/n/n), it's really late and you had studied too much!" he whined for the fourth time and you shook your head at him.

"I need to finish it, Sirius!" you replied again, hoping that this time he would stop interrupting you.

He got quiet for a while and you quietly tanked him, focusing on the book again and trying to understand the figures and forms and how to understand your dreams.

You were doing perfectly perfectly fine; you had almost finished a chapter when something wrapped itself around your whole body like a niffler holds a galleon.

This something was Sirius. Again. You groaned, slightly annoyed by his childish actions but still finding it quiteamusing. "Baby, I really need to finish it! We can cuddle later, just let me finish it first"

"Okay, okay" he replied but didn't move, chin resting on your shoulder and legs and arms wrapped around your waist and torso. "Don't mind me, I'm just observing"

You shook your head again, a playful smile on your lips. Not really surprisingly, less than five minutes later Sirius was trying to distract you with kisses again.

He was peppering your neck and cheeks with kisses, which made you giggle at the ticklish feeling. "Gimme a kiss" he asked, still kissing your cheeks.

You stopped his movements and pulled apart from his grip, trying to move around so you could face him. He was still pouting and looked a little upset, but said nothing, just observing you.

You chuckled at him, grabbing his face carefully and placing kisses all over it, watching as his smile turned into a wide smile.

"I give up trying to stop you" you said between kisses and he happily wrapped his arms around your waist once again, pulling you closer to him as he captured your lips in a soft kiss.

"Well, that means cuddles!" he exclaimed and quickly got up, helping you get up too before dragging you to his dorm, saying that he'll get your books later when you complained about the mess.

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39. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” “And I’m trying to subtly avoid it!”

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Tsuji forced all his friends to take a first aid class with him over the spring holiday. To the collective surprise of the entire group, Nishimura and Kitamoto were certified already. 

Kitamoto’s mom is a doctor, he explains, and believes in her kids (biological or otherwise) being as prepared for the world as she could make them. They go to all those pop-up classes the clinic and community center have to offer. They’re CPR-certified and could probably triage in their sleep. 

When Taki thinks about it for longer than fifteen seconds, it stops being such a surprise. 

“Hey,” Nishimura says, stooping to an easy crouch in front of Tanuma, fearless in the face of what is probably the scariest thing Taki has ever seen. “Look at me, buddy. I’m gonna take your hands, okay?”

Tanuma’s dark eyes are-- bright and glassy, almost vacant. He looks at Nishimura like he’s looking right through him. But when Nishimura takes his hands, Tanuma’s grip is vice-like. He might as well be dangling off a cliff’s edge for how hard he holds on. 

Nishimura doesn’t even twitch. His face is like an open wound, hurting and raw, but he’s absolutely steady; a rock for the ocean to crash against. 

“It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “I know you’re scared. You’re allowed to be scared. But I need you to breathe, okay?” 

Taki thinks she understands, now, at least part of the reason why he and Natsume struck up such a fast friendship. Natsume is such a loner, and Nishimura has an extremely tight-knit relationship with his best friend, they’re both hard people to get to know. But they were friends inside a week, inseparable inside a month, and part of it must be this-- Nishimura knowing how to tend these invisible hurts-- letting someone in pain hold on to him too hard. 

“I’m gonna count, and you’re gonna breathe,” Nishimura is saying. His tone isn’t urgent. It’s friendly and quiet, like he’s talking during a sleepover when not all of their friends are awake yet. “Normally it’s a ten-count, but that seems generous. Let’s aim for three, okay? Inhale for three, exhale for three. You can do this, Tanuma, I know you can. I’ll do it with you.”

It’s a matter of minutes, long and painful, before Tanuma’s shallow breaths take a more controlled tone. He’s trembling, as if he’s cold, and Taki wants so badly to throw her arms around him that she’s trembling, too. 

She leans against Nishimura, instead; soaking up comfort and hopefully sending some back in turn.

“Can you talk to me now?” Nishimura asks. Tanuma seems to consider for a second, some awareness bleeding back into his eyes, and then nods his head in a sharp little jerk. “Oh, good. You’re doing really good. I want you to try to name five things you can see, okay? Just look around and tell me when you spot something.”

This seems to be an overwhelming task at first. Tanuma’s eyes slide away and then dart back a couple times, as if afraid to lose the one safe touchstone of his friend, front-and-center. But Nishimura is infinitely patient, more patient than Taki has literally ever seen him before, as if he saves all of his self-control for these specific occasions, wheedling and coaxing until finally Tanuma plays along. 

“Nishimura,” is the first thing Tanuma says, and Taki thinks that it’s the beginning of a request, but Nishimura smiles. 

“Cheating a little, but we’ll count it. Four more.”

The sky is the second thing, hanging above them in a curtain of vivid blue, impossible to miss. Nishimura’s schoolbag is the third, discarded in the grass beside them where he dropped it without a second thought. A bright yellow pencil case is the fourth, spilled out of the bag alongside workbooks and graded homework. Taki is fifth. She beams at him, and remarkably manages not to cry. 

“Awesome,” Nishimura praises him. “Let’s keep this ball rolling. Four things you can feel.”

It comes a little easier this time: their hands, still joined, skin pressed white from the force of their grip; the grass underneath them, soft and springy; the late afternoon sunshine; the breeze. 

They keep going through three things he can hear, two things he can smell, and by the time Nishimura asks for one thing he can taste, and Tanuma says, “Um-- I don’t really taste anything? My mouth, I guess?” Taki can let go of the last of her fear. She finally leans in to give Tanuma that hug. He leans against her with a sigh that sounds so weary it makes her heart physically ache. He only hugs back with one arm, because he’s still holding one of Nishimura’s hands with the other. 

Natsume returns at that point at a dead run, a plastic bag dangling from one hand, Nyanko-sensei keeping pace at his feet. He’s windblown and breathless, but not as haggard as he would have been if he’d really run all the way into town and back again, so Taki has her suspicions that he flew most of the way. 

“I got everything you said,” he says by way of greeting. He shoves the bag into Nishimura’s hand and then glues himself to Tanuma’s side. Taki magnanimously allows it, only releasing Tanuma when his arm around her loosens first. 

Nishimura hums his thanks, rooting through the Family Mart bag without urgency. He produces a green tea first, twisting the cap off before handing it over. When Tanuma has taken a few agreeable sips, Nishimura holds up a dark chocolate bar in one hand, and a yogurt cup in the other. 

“Snack time. Which do you want? Choose wisely because I’m eating the other one.”

Tanuma cracks a smile and takes the chocolate bar. Probably, Taki thinks, because he recognizes Nishimura’s favorite yogurt when he sees it. And it’s that, more than anything, that reassures her that everything is okay. 

Nyanko-sensei crawls into Nishimura’s lap instead of Tanuma’s, surprising them all. Suspiciously, Nishimura holds his food up and away from the creature, but Nyanko-sensei only huffs and settles into a comfortable loaf. 

“Um,” Tanuma says, because of course he does, “I’m really sorry about-- ”

“Nope,” Nishimura replies. “Tell him the rule, Natsume.”

Ruefully, Natsume recites, “‘No apologizing after a panic attack because it’s not nice to make our friends angry on purpose.’”

Taki digests that silently. Apparently Natsume has these terrifying episodes, too. 

“It’s like apologizing for having an allergic reaction or something,” Nishimura says, a little heatedly. He stabs viciously at his yogurt with the little plastic spoon it came with, not looking anybody in the eye. “Like, it doesn’t make sense.” 

“I-- I guess so?” Tanuma says uncertainly. “I mean, that doesn’t seem like the same thing at all-- ”

“Nishimura is the expert here,” Taki cuts in, not unkindly. She gives Tanuma’s knee a gentle thump. “We’ve only had one first aid class. He’s had about four-hundred.”

“Yes, exactly,” Nishimura says, “thank you, Taki.” 

Tanuma looks bewildered, and pale and tired, and he’s still leaning against Taki like he doesn’t have the strength to keep himself up. He looks like he doesn’t know what to do with himself if he isn’t allowed to apologize, but Nishimura doesn’t give him another opening. Once the tea is gone and the snacks are consumed, he rallies everyone to their feet with a clap of his hands, with all the energy of a kindergarten teacher. 

“Movie night’s still on, right? Kitamoto is probably waiting at your place already, Natsume. Let’s get a move on!”

Later, when Taki is two hours into her Internet research of how to handle any similar situation with even a fraction of Nishimura’s competency, she’ll learn how important it is to stick around after a panic attack. Had it been up to her, she might have suggested they reschedule, that Tanuma would probably appreciate his own peaceful, quiet home for the rest of the night instead, but even this much is part of the process. Keeping him company, keeping him distracted, giving his thoughts no chance to settle on whatever it was that had so upset him in the first place. She has so much to learn. 

Kitamoto is waiting for them, after all, sitting on the engawa with Touko-san as they stroll up. He smiles automatically when he sees them, but Taki is watching for it, waiting for it, and she sees it-- the sharp way his eyes zero in on Tanuma after all of two seconds. 

But all he says is, “There you are. Aunt Touko and I thought we were going to have to send out a search-and-rescue team.”

Touko laughs, and goes around to welcome them all inside properly. Her hand lingers on Tanuma’s shoulder, and her eyes are so warm and caring that she doesn’t need to say anything at all. Tanuma ducks his head, the tips of his ears turning pink. Natsume beams at his mother. Taki smiles, too, but she doesn’t follow them inside. 

Her eyes are drifting back to the yard, where Kitamoto is attempting to gently interrogate Nishimura and Nishimura is pretending like he doesn’t hear him. 

“Stop talking about yogurt,” Kitamoto is saying. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you.” 

“And I’m trying to subtly avoid it,” Nishimura shoots back. 

“You don’t have a subtle bone in your body, Satchan,” Kitamoto says. His voice and face go very soft, like morning frost thawing in the sun. “Tell me what happened.”

Nishimura seems to hold out for all of five seconds. Then he blurts, “Tanuma had a panic attack. I have no idea what set him off. I talked him through it but I didn’t know what I was doing, I was fumbling through it the whole time like an idiot, I wish someone else had been there, he deserves better than that-- ”

Taki is startled, almost horrified, but Kitamoto doesn’t seem surprised. He just looks sad. He reaches out, even though Nishimura’s hands are still full of Natsume’s cat and the Family Mart bag, and tugs Nishimura forward against his chest. Then both his arms wrap around Nishimura’s shoulders like a blanket, like Kitamoto is trying to fold him up into something he can carry with him everywhere, safe and secure.

For the first time all afternoon, Taki realizes that Nishimura must have been terrified. He loves his friends loudly and unselfconsciously, and no amount of training would have made it easy for him to watch one of them in the grip of a panic attack, struggling to breathe and clinging to him for help. 

This is why Nyanko-sensei stuck with Nishimura, Taki thinks. Tanuma had the combined support of three of his closest friends, and all Nishimura had was a grumpy old cat. 

“It’s okay,” Kitamoto says. “You did good.”

“You weren’t even there, Acchan, you don’t know that,” Nishimura snaps, only it sounds more like a sob, and Taki is frozen in the open doorway of Natsume’s house. 

“Of course I know that.” Kitamoto pillows his cheek on the top of Nishimura’s head and just holds him, like he has nowhere else to be and nothing else to do. “I know you. I know you did good.”

Taki gives in to her baser instincts. Leaving the door wide open behind her, she charges over to the two of them and all but slams into Nishimura’s back. Kitamoto sees her coming, but Nishimura gives a yelp of surprise, and Nyanko-sensei grumbles as he’s further squished. 

Worming her hands between them in order to better hug Nishimura as hard as she can, Taki says, “You were amazing, Nishimura. You were perfect. I’m so grateful you were there. Thank you so much.”

“See?” Kitamoto says. Taki can’t see him, but his voice is shaped like a grin. “I have an inside source right here.”

Nishimura squirms, like he’s thinking about making a break for it, but they have him sandwiched pretty securely. He subsides with a grumble that Taki can tell is fake. It makes her smile and squeeze him even tighter. 

“Don’t tell Tanuma,” he mumbles, all wet and muffled because he’s crying and his face is buried in Kitamoto’s shoulder. “He already feels guilty. We gotta be on our A-Game so he doesn’t get sad.”

“You’re benched for the rest of the night,” Kitamoto replies. “You’ve done more than your fair share. Me, Taki and Natsume can take it from here, if Aunt Touko doesn’t swoop in and fix everything herself before we get the chance. Right, Taki?”

Taki thinks its impossible how much she loves her friends. She understands completely why Nishimura is so noisy about it, why he refuses to be embarrassed about it. She thinks she never, ever wants to be in a situation like that again, where two of them are suffering right in front of her and she can’t do anything to help. She thinks, the next time one of those classes are offered at the clinic, she’s going to go. She thinks she’s going to talk to Tsuji about it tomorrow.

“Right,” she says. “We’ve got you.”