#like have you seen him. he’s my hallpass

[bellcza]

I've seen your posts a few times but I didn't know you were a lesbian. I thought you were straight the way you talk about Pedri . I don't know if that's rude to say I promise I'm not being rude just surprised to find out you're lesbian

this is probably the funniest ask i’ve ever gotten.

[augustinewrites]

sometimes, you wished that you could say your first meeting with suna was something romantic.

in an ideal recreation of that fateful day in high school, you’d have bumped into him in the hall, and he’d have said something charming and maybe offered to carry your bag. or maybe he’d have kabedoned you against the lockers, and whispered some cheesy one liner that’d made your knees weak.

but, no, real life is not a shoujo manga, and the first time you’d met suna, you’d been crying in the boys’ restroom.

your first meeting with your future husband— and it’d happened in a cramped stall in front of a row of urinals.

it’d been humiliating, to say the least. but it’d been your first day in a new high school, you couldn’t find your first class, and before you knew it, fifteen minutes had passed. so you’d run - teary eyed and overwhelmed in a way only a 16 year old could be over something so trivial - into the nearest doorway to escape the empty hall.

and suna had just needed to pee, goddamnit. he’d walked into the restroom armed with a hallpass, scrolling idly on his phone when he’d heard your poorly muffled sniffles.

he could have backed out, could have let you go through this coming of age, Teenage Angst moment in private, but the only other boys restroom was at the opposite end of the school, and that was just too far and it was far too early in the morning to make that trek.

you probably hadn’t heard him come in, hence the reason the stall you were sitting in still had its door wide open, and he’d seen you sitting on the floor, knees drawn to your chest, chin resting atop your knees.

he hadn’t really known what to say. he hardly thinks you’d want to be asked if you’re okay, or why you’re crying. in his experience, asking someone either of those things only made them more upset.

but he still needed to piss, and he couldn’t just go with you crying on the floor behind him. that would have been weird.

so he’d knocked on the side of the stall and said,

“uh, this is the boys’ restroom.”

your watery gaze snapped up to meet his, voice trembling as you’d croaked, “oh.”

he’d watched, with growing awkwardness, as your lashes grew wet with another round of tears.

he’s still not sure what had prompted him to ask, but he had anyway. “are you hurt?”

“no!” you refused to look at him, pushed the heels of your hands to your eyes as you drew a shaky breath. “it’s my first day and i can’t— i can’t find my class.”

he’d sympathized, oddly, because just a few days prior, he’d been in your shoes. well, he hadn’t been caught crying in the girl’s bathroom, but you get the point.

so he’d sighed, slid his phone into his pocket, and held out his hand. “show me your schedule.”

you’d looked unsure at first, but eventually reached into the pocket of your blazer, producing a folded-up schedule. suna glanced over it, clicking his tongue.

“we have the same first period. you can walk back with me.”

you looked like you were trying to smile, but all that’d come out was a choked sob, and suna fished a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you.

“thank you,” you’d sniffed, mopping up the mess on your face. “god— i must look so stupid.”

he’d shrugged, hands stuffed into his pockets. “kind of.”

you’d let out a half-sob, half-laugh, dropping the handkerchief in your lap in favour of pushing a few damp strands of hair from your face. “then i need to clean up a bit first.”

and for some reason, suna had held out a hand, helping haul you to your feet. “can you do it in the girl’s restroom? i still need to…” his gaze flicked to the urinals, and your eyes widened.

“oh, right! sorry.”

he’d chuckled as you’d hurried out, the corners of his lips curling slightly.

he (finally) got to do his business, stepping out of the restroom to find you anxiously leaned against the wall. he’d nodded his head in the direction of the classroom, and you’d adjusted the straps of you bag, following.

“glad to see you didn’t get lost on your way to the restroom. or else you’d probably be crying in the janitor’s closet,” he’d teased, earning himself a playful shove from you that’d actually made him laugh.

“too soon!”

it was safe to say that he’d been stuck with you after that. he’d walked you to that first class, and every class you’d have after, until you both had graduated.

so, yeah, sometimes you wished that your first meeting with suna could have been a little more romantic. but that day, you’d met your best friend. your husband.

so, in a way, you supposed it makes sense that this huge milestone occur in a bathroom, too. except it’s not in inarizaki, there are no urinals, and this time you’re not at all upset.

this time, you’re clutching a stick with two little pink lines, and rin’s sitting on the floor, crying with you too.

part 2

[chasing-classics]

Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

  Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

  Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

 A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

 ‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

 You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

  ‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

 ‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

 ‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

 ‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

 Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

 ‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

 She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

 ‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

  The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

  ‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

 ‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

 ‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

  ‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

 Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

 You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

 ‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

  ‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

 ‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

 ‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

 Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

 ‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

 ‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

 A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

 ‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

 ‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

 ‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

 He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

 You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

  ‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

 ‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

 ‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

 Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

  ‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

  You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

 By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

 Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

 ‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

 ‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

 ‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

  ‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

 Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

 His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

 ‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

 You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

 ‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

[straight-into-the-animus]

It comes out one day. Neither Jacob or Arno mean to have a conversation about it. But they're drinking and it's nighttime and they're watching television without taking it in.

"Y'know who was my realization?" Jacob asks through a yawn, because wine always makes him sleepy.

"Me, right?" Arno asks, cause that somehow makes sense in his half-wasted mind. They were friends since the early teens, he was Jacob's first boyfriend, no one else-

"Him." Jacob points at the television, where Patrick Swayze is lifting Jennifer Grey out of the water.

"Wait- wait." Arno sits up from where he's snuggling on Jacob's shoulder, wine sloshing in the glass as he sets it down on the coffee table. "Swayze?"

Jacob snorts. "Fuck yeah. You seen him? I didn't know who I wanted to shag more in this, him or her."

"And you never told me this?!" Arno's eyes are wide and fuck he feels like he's pouting. It's enough to make Jacob look concerned.

"I'm sorry, love. Not saying I'm asking ya to give me a hallpass if I ever met him - even though 'e's dead - but he's just," Jacob gestures grandly, apparently intending on that to be the final word.

Arno just sinks back into the couch, leaning on his boyfriend's broad shoulder again without thinking. "No, I just..." Arno sniffs, sneezes, and sniffs again before mumbling. "He was my awakening, too."

Jacob's laugh almost threw them both off the couch, but Arno found it in his heart to forgive him this time.

[hops-hunny]

Felix Felicis

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: “Can you do Draco x Hufflepuff reader fluff where they’re cuddling together and all he wants to do is make her laugh because she failed an exam earlier that day so he’s trying to do everything he can to cheer her up and overall it’s just super fluffy? Thank you have a great day❤️❤️”

Summary: After (Y/N) has a rather unfortunate week, Draco does everything in his power to change that. In a way, he was (Y/n)’s own little Felix Felicis.

A/N: This was my first request so I was a bit nervous writing it! I enjoyed every bit though, this was a very cute request. I hope it was everything you wanted and more anon <3

If (Y/n) didn't know any better, she would've claimed that the world had it out for her. And after the week she had, who would have blamed her? On Monday in potions, she had stirred the wrong way causing a reaction that made her eyebrows disappear(thank god for makeup). On Tuesday, she had slipped and fallen in the great hall which caused a chorus of laughter from every house, including her fellow Hufflepuffs. Wednesday, well, nothing happened. She felt relieved. She had answered a question correctly in DADA, had a free period that overlapped with her friends, and had taken an exam in potions which in her opinion was very easy! Her stroke of bad luck was no more! She was ecstatic...until Thursday came around. If she had thought the rest of the week was bad, then Thursday was absolutely fucking dreadful. Her day started off fine, she woke up, got dressed, and put on her favorite perfume. She didn’t use it often, only when she expected the day to be amazing 

That hopeful feeling of luck was short lived and ended by the time she got to the great hall. The Weasley twins had rigged a prank on the wrong person which resulted in her face being stained blue, when she got to her first class her seat was taken by someone else which she didn’t have a problem with. That was until she noticed the only seat left was near Fletcher Digby, who was known for his noticeable...odor that was...to put it nicely, absolutely putrid. By the end of her day, she had gathered up a broken shoe, a run in her stockings, a rip in her blouse, and the blue tint to her face had somehow gotten worse - which she later found out was sweat activated. (Y/n) was usually very optimistic. Even during the cloudiest of days or saddest of times she was always there to offer encouraging words and a smile. If a fellow Hufflepuff was sick, she’d often bake them something with the house elves or give them the last of her sweets from Honeydukes. She even did this for people in other houses as well, a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card attached along with it. That’s what her boyfriend, Draco, loved about her.

She was his light in all the darkness, the candle to his flame. When she came into his life, she taught him many things. His love for her was deep and pure and anyone would be a fool not to notice. That’s why Draco was concerned when he started to see her throughout the week less and less. During the school day, they didn’t have any classes together but even then he’d always wave or smile to her during hallpassing. He’d leave a kiss on her forehead in the great hall before heading to his own table and waited for her after her last class of the day on Friday. So when Draco found himself waiting a lot longer than usual outside of the potion’s room he grew concerned. He pushed past a few students entering the room. His smile dropped when there was no one left in the room but Fletcher Digby. Come to think of it, had he seen her at all today? He assumed she came to the great hall late but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen her leave with her friends. There were no quick pecks during hallpassing, winks when they saw each other. He quickly strode the halls, looking for her. He was worried, it wasn’t like (y/n) to just miss a day of class with no warning or explanation prior. 

“Hannah, have you seen (Y/n)? I haven’t seen her all day and I'm growing quite worried.” He said pulling the Hufflepuff off to the side. If anyone were to know where she was, surely her roommate would. The girl took a moment to think. 

“Hm, no. I haven’t seen her since this morning. Before I left the dorm, she was still sleeping. She was really distraught last night so I’m not surprised she decided to stay in. However, I do admit that is completely unlike her.” She offered him a sympathetic smile as he thanked her before heading in the direction of the girls dormitory.

He knocked on the door, finding it to not be locked as it popped open. He walked in only to find that her bed was empty. The only person to be found was Luna, who was holding (Y/n)’s favorite stuffed giraffe (one he had given to her as a present once). She hadn’t noticed him yet but wasn’t phased when he let out a sharp, “What are you doing with that?” she simply turned around and offered him a soft grin.

“Hello Draco, (Y/n) asked me to bring this to her. She was having a terribly bad case of wrackspurts today. One of the worst cases I’ve seen really. So she went where she usually does when she has a bad day although, I think you should bring it to her now that you’re here. Also give her this, it’s a good luck charm I made for her. It should get rid of the wrackspurts and bring luck along with it.” She spoke, handing him the stuffed giraffe and a necklace with a peculiar charm made of tiger’s eye. He looked at it for a sec before taking it, offering her a nod before heading off where he knew you’d be.

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You sat cross legged on the old, comfy couch, drinking the cup of chamomile and lavender tea Hagrid had brought to you. You had grown quite close to the gentle giant throughout your years at Hogwarts. During your first year, you were having an awful day, not as bad as the week you were currently going through but still quite a bad one. You were homesick and missed your family dearly. Your housemates tried to cheer you up with treats and kind words and although you appreciated them dearly, nothing could stop the tears from flowing. That’s when Luna came in, she brought you straight to Hagrid’s hut and explained your dilemma. He welcomed you both in, brewing you tea and offering whatever treats he had. Soon enough, your tears stopped. Hagrid’s hut slowly started to become your home away from home as he offered it to you whenever you liked without asking any questions if you weren’t willing to talk.

Usually, you’d slowly start to tell him what was wrong but today was one of those silent days. Many would expect Hagrid to be absolutely horrid with emotions but, he had like a 6th sense when it came to them. He decided to leave you alone for a few hours, tending to his duties. When he came back, he had gotten you your favorite dessert from the house elves. They were always more than willing to send and make you things because of how kind and helpful you were to them. You sipped at your tea as you softly pet Fang’s head which was resting in your lap. You and Fang’s heads both perked up as you heard a knock at the door. Hagrid walked to the door to see who it was.

“Ah, I figured I would see ya sometime soon.” he said, stepping to the side to let whoever it was in. Draco stepped into the small hut, closing the door as he came to sit near you on the couch. You instantly threw yourself into his arms which in turn, caused him to wrap his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he stroked your back. Hagrid took that as his sign to leave, taking the large dog with him. Draco let you cry a bit, his heart breaking at the noises.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, love. Are you alright? Luna told me to give you these.” He said as he handed the girl her giraffe. She hugged it tightly as he put the charm around her neck. She sat between her lover’s legs sighing. He held her close as she described her day, his heart aching from all that she had to deal with and his mind cursing him for not realizing sooner.

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“And on top of all of that, I failed my potions exam! That wouldn’t have been bad if I hadn’t gone on blabbing to all my friends how well I thought I did on the bloody thing. I just feel like the world has it out for me.” She said looking up at him. He nodded in understanding. He had stayed quiet as she had vent to him, just providing the listening ear she needed. That’s when he got a few ideas. He smiled before standing up, stretching his hand out for the girl to grab.

“Come with me. I’ve got an idea! Quickly, we mustn’t be caught.” He said eagerly as he stared at her. She hesitantly grabbed his hand, setting Georgie, her giraffe, on the couch before she was swiftly dragged out of the hut. Draco pulled his girlfriend along, running as she tried to keep up due to the fact her legs were much shorter.

“Where are we going, Dray?” She asked which prompted a quick “shhh!!” from Draco. They both ran across the grounds of the school, hand in hand as to not be caught. (Y/n) had no idea where he was taking her but she thought anything would be better than moping around the rest of the day. They both tried to contain the wild giggles coming from their mouths as they headed in the direction of Hogsmeade.

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As they finally made it, they both still had smiles on their faces at the rush they had gotten from sneaking off. Draco had tied his tie around the girl’s eyes leading her in the way of whatever wild idea it was that he had. “What if we get caught? Someone is bound to see us.” she said, her face forming a frown at the thought of being caught.

“Oh hush darling, we’ll be fine. Besides if we do happen to get caught in some trouble, I’m sure my father won’t mind bailing us out.” He said, finally removing her blindfold. She opened her eyes to see...Madam Puddifoots? She gave him a strange look. “We’re here to get a laugh out of the things that happen in here, sweets. Trust me, you’ll see. Act natural.” He took her hand, leading her to a small booth. 

Soon enough, she saw and heard what he meant. The sight of all the couples with their peculiar behaviors was quite a laugh. They saw one couple come in with matching crochet sweaters with each others faces on it, another referred to each other as each others “snuggle-boop-kitty-fuzy-wuzzykins”and only that each time they spoke to each other. But along with the odd, mushy, and gushy couples came a few odd breakups too. One man tried to propose by reciting an “original poem” which turned out to be stolen, causing his boyfriend to dump scalding hot tea on his head. Another guy forgot he scheduled dates with 4 different girls at the same spot, on the same day..didn’t end well for him. A few employees had to carry him out on a stretcher as the girls all exchanged numbers.

By the time they were back on their way to the castle, (Y/n) was already in a better mood. She held an ice cream cone in one hand, and Draco’s hand in her other. They both paused coming to the same realization. Although it was easy to sneak out, how would they sneak back in? The couple locked eyes at the same time before Draco picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. (Y/n) made sure her ice cream didn’t fall as her boyfriend sprinted in the shadows, using a passageway she had never seen before to get back into the castle. Once inside, they both held in their giggles, quieting their breathing from the run back to the castle as they made their way to his dorm. By then she had long finished her ice cream as he tossed her on his bed, throwing himself down next to her shortly after. (Y/n) rolled over towards Draco to find him already facing her. The pair sat in silence for a moment before both losing composure. They began to laugh hysterically, to the point where a tear or two was shed. After their little laughing fit, Draco sat up, pulling his girlfriend on top of him. She turned, straddling him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.

“I just wanted to say thank you Draco. Not even just for today but for being there whenever I need you. This was honestly one of the worst weeks of my life but if I’m honest, I’d go through it all again to have another evening like the one we just had.” She said as she nuzzled in deeper, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and cinnamon. Her lover was taken back by her words. She was the only one who made him feel like that. Her words meant more to him than anything in the world. He tightened his grip on her, holding her close to him.

“I’d do it all again and more just to see you happy. Why don’t we make this a regular thing of ours, hm? Every friday, we’ll sneak outside the castle and do whatever we want, indulging to our hearts can’t handle it anymore? Even if not, everyday with you is an adventure, sneaky trips or not.” He said. Draco meant what he said full heartedly, everyday she managed to make his life an adventure, learning new things about himself that he didn’t know were there. It was like he was a canvas and she was the painter, each day, each moment, a different stroke of color on his heart.

Perhaps it was Luna’s good luck charm or perhaps it was them, but from then on out each day seemed luckier than the last when he had his girl on his arm.

[sad-boy-mono]

High School Casualties

Chapter 4/?

Word Count- 2,048

Master post with Ao3 link

Shayne walk out of the nurses office, holding the yellow slip of paper in his hand, flicking it a few times as he walked. Normally he’d be excited for PE, but now he couldn’t help but worry about his friend. 

Damien's probably fine. No, Damien is fine. What would even cause him not to be fine? The nurse is a murderer? No. The school would know that they hired a murderer, so I doubt that’s the case. What am I talking about? God, Shayne you’re dumb. Just really fucking stupid. Damien’s fine, he will be fine and you’re just overreacting. Shayne though, scoffing to himself. 

He was just worried, that’s all.

After making a quick stop at his own locker to drop off his backpack, he went straight to the boys locker room.

Shayne pulled open the heavy door, and made his way in the room. After fiddling with the combination for a moment, he pulled open the small locker and grabbed his gym clothes (a pair of basket ball shorts and a yellow-orange shirt with a logo from that summer camp he went to). Shayne took his phone out of his pocket to place it on the bench and began getting changed.

===

After pulling his shoes back on, Shayne took a quick glance at his phone. He had a new message.

Damien

Not dead gonna nap :) See you at lunch probably

See he’s fine you idiot

Shayne

Ok see you then :)

He put his phone into his locker along with his other clothes then ran to the gym. 

As soon as Shayne walked in he was greeted by Mr. Moss who was standing near the door.

“Ah, Shayne! You’re not dead, that’s good.” The gym teacher nodded.

“Uh- Yeah, thanks Coach, also I have this,” Shayne said awkwardly, handing over the hall pass.

“Oh perfect, I’ll just take that then-” He took the pass and put it in his pocket.  “-thank you! Now we’re playing dodgeball today, you can be on that team over there, with Tommy.”

Shayne nodded and walked to the other side of the gym and Coach Moss walked into his office. There were a few kids that were already out on both teams, sitting on the bleachers. 

As soon as Shayne joined the game, he caught a ball that was thrown at him. After celebrating to himself, he threw the ball back. Barely missing a kid and making a loud smack as it hit the wall. 

The other team had about 3 out of the 14 people out and that number was going up. Because almost every ball they threw was caught by Shayne. 

Shayne had no time to throw, he was to preoccupied with trying to not get a ball to the face. Or any other part of him, but mostly his face. But once the main throwers on the other team out, he had his chance. He grabbed a ball off the ground and looked for a target. 

He surveyed the team. There were 5 people still in. 2 of which were standing near the door, and the other 3 spread out across their respective side of the gym. Eying the lone 3 players, he quickly came to a decision. Shayne aimed for a thin, lanky boy standing a couple yards away from the wall. And with a new found burst of strength, threw the ball.

===

Oh god what did I do?

The kid flew back.

FUCK

Like someone kicked him square in the chest.

I didn’t think that would happen!

His body slammed into the wall.

How the fuck did that happen?!

His head whipping back with the same amount of force.

Oh god is he bleeding?

It was like he bounced off the wall.

He was so far away from the wall!

Falling to the floor.

How did he-

Unconscious. 

I didn’t even throw the ball that hard!

Barley moving.

Oh god he’s gonna hate me.

Shayne barley knew him.

Everyone’s gonna hate me!

But soon, everyone would know him.

But it was an accident!

And blame Shayne for everything that had happened.

FUCK HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!

But was it his fault?

===

Shayne stood there in shock, the screaming kids around him being drown out by his own racing thoughts. 

The first thing he thought to do was run. Run to make sure he was ok. Run to make sure there wasn’t really blood. Run to be the hero.

But also to run away. Run away from any consequences that would fall upon him. Run away from the judgment. 

Before he even fully decided, his legs ran to the other side of the gym. His mind still racing as he knelt down by him and look at the ground. There was no blood. Only the red lines on the ground that dictated the boundaries of the basketball court playing tricks on him. But he also saw the boys chest rise and fall with shallow and spaced out breathes. 

Shayne sighed with little relief. He still didn’t know whether or not he was going to be okay. But the fact that the floor was clean of blood and the guy was breathing made him feel a little better. But only a little.

"What’s going on!?” Shayne whipped around to see, a very distraught looking, Mr. Moss running out of his office. 

He pushed through the crowd of kids that had formed around Shayne and after seeing the scene, immediately knelt down as well.  

He muttered under his breath before asking “Has someone called 9-1-1?” 

No one answered.

“Taking that as a no!” The coach pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed up the number.

Shayne only heard bits and pieces of the conversation, his mind fixated on the sight before him. He was pulled out of the trance when he heard his teacher yell out to the class.

“Can someone explain what happened?” The coach asked, his phone held towards his chest.

“-threw the ball-”

“-like he was THROWN-”

“-hit the wall-”

“-the whole room shook-”

“OK ONE AT A GODDAMN TIME!” He yelled out to the overlapping crowd, making them go silent. “Much better, now can ONE person explain to me what happened?”

“It was Shayne! He did it!” A kid blurted from the back of the crowd.

Mr. Moss shot him an angry glance before turning to Shayne. 

“Shayne, can you tell me what happened?” The man asked, any trace of anger that was in his voice had left.

“I- h-he was s-standing away from the wall when I-I threw it and then he- when it h-hit him h-he flew back a-and hit the wall and f-fell to the g-ground-I-I’m sorry I didn’t know that would happen I didn’t know I’m sorry I’m so sorry-”

“Shayne! Bud! Calm down! Take a deep breathe!” The teacher said, cutting off Shayne’s panicked explanation. “You’re gonna be fine.”

 The man put the phone back up to his ear and began repeating what Shayne had told him, but in a much more organized manner. He didn’t get everything exactly right, but he didn’t have a lot to work with. 

Shayne could feel the eyes on him. Judging him. Whispering to one-another. He would never live this down. No one would let him. For the rest of his high school career, this incident would follow him. He would be known for this. 

===

Shayne didn’t notice the group of paramedics come in. His mind to deep in itself to truly comprehend anything other than what was right in front of him; the barley moving body of his classmate. 

At some point the class was told to go to the locker rooms and wait. Except Shayne. Shayne was told to sit on the bleachers until they needed him. Shayne panicked when they said that. He thought he was going to get arrested and they were just waiting for the police. But after some time, the kid was in the ambulance and on his way to the hospital when a paramedic came up to Shayne.

“A-am I in trouble? Because I-I swear it was an accident I didn’t k-know that would happen- I didn’t know he would fly back like that I-”

“Woah, kid, you’re not in any trouble.” The paramedic sat down next to Shayne and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We just need to know what we’re working with. We were given a vague description on what happened, and something a bit more detailed than ‘he fell and hit his head on the wall’ would really help out.”

“W-well shouldn’t you be helping him? Talking to me isn’t going to d-do anything!” Shayne snapped.

“Well he’s being taken care of by my team. He’s in good hands.” They explained “And normally we have a bit more detail on situations like these. So you telling us what happened would help a lot.” 

Shayne opened his mouth before quickly closing it, then nodded. He explain what happened. Voice still shaky and stuttering, but more collected than before. 

===

“Now when you say he flew back, what do you mean by that?”

“I-it was like he was kicked in the chest. Or like something from a movie. I- I don’t know, it... I don’t know. I just remember him like, bouncing off the wall and t-then hitting the floor.” Shayne explained. Voice wavering as he did.

“Ok, well that’s all I need. Thank you kid.” The paramedic stood up off the bleachers, but quickly turned to Shayne. 

“Also, I know probably should’ve started by saying this, but you’re friend is going to be ok. I’ve seen worse things happened and the person still survived.” They said and quickly walked away.

Yeah that would’ve been nice to hear.

Shayne sat there in silence, hugging his arms and looking at the ground. His head was empty, he didn’t know what to think right now. He wasn’t worried about the possible death of his classmate anymore. He was to in shock to think about what people would think of him. So he just sat there, empty.

“Hey, Shayne?” The boy jumped, pulled away from his empty head by the sound of his concerned teacher. “You can head out, you know that right?”

“Oh shit sorry, yeah.” Shayne stood up and began shuffling to the door. 

“And Shayne before you leave you might need this.” Coach Moss handed another hallpass to Shayne, this time it was red. 

“Oh thanks,” Shayne pocketed the slip. 

“One last thing,” The coach wrapped an arm around Shayne’s slumped shoulder. “You’re gonna be fine. I doubt you’re feeling to good about yourself after what just happened. But I can assure you you’re going to be fine. So is Eric.”

Oh so his name is Eric. Good to know.

“Oh- um, thanks, Mr. Moss.” Shayne said, nodding with a less tension in his shoulders.

“Ah don’t sweat it kid, now go get changed! Head to your next class!” The teacher said, patting Shayne’s shoulder then removing his arm from it.

Shayne smiled and thanked him then made his way back to the locker room.

===

As Shayne approached his locker, he heard his phone ringing. Confused, he opened up his locker and picked up his phone. It was Damien.

“Hello?”

“Oh thank god!”

“Damien are you okay, did something happen?”

“I should be asking you that!” 

“Wh-I- What?”

“Ok this is gonna sound really weird, but did something happen to you during PE?”

“How did you- what do you mean?”

“I swear to god that when I was sleeping I heard you. Maybe it was just a dream but you sounded freaked out. Like- like someone was hurt!”

Shayne was silent, he didn’t know how to respond.

“Shayne? You there?”

“Y-yeah uh, how did you hear about that? Did the news spread that quickly?”

“What do you mean, what news?”

“I-” Shayne paused ”I’ll explain at lunch.”

“What do you mean? Explain what? Dude what happened? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I gotta go.”

“SHAYNE WAIT-”

Shayne hung up his phone, and placed it on the bench. He sat down next to it and took a deep breath. He heard his phone ring again, but chose to ignore it and changed out of his gym clothes. 

[yessoupy]

mmk, here is the activity i created for our event this weekend. i was so anxious about it because i’d taken something and changed so many elements from the original activity and we’d NEVER done anything like it (this is my 12th year doing this) so it could have gone so horribly. i kept saying to our director of programs “well ... as long as they learn SOMETHING it’ll be okay.” he had a lot more confidence in what i’d created than i did. 

this is a version of a simulation called archie bunker’s neighborhood. in that, you randomly assign “roles” to participants. roles are racial and ethnic categories. then, throughout the simulation the participants are treated as though they belong to those categories. i asked around in our org if any other site had done a version of this, and i got the file for a high school version, where participants are assigned to “roles” that are racial or ethnic categories, or categories like nerds, jocks, lgbt, handicapped, etc. And then they were to be treated according to stereotypes associated with those groups. It had suggested treatment for each group that made me EXTREMELY uncomfortable. So I stripped away anything that students could identify with on a personal level and assigned them colors. I figured they could get the point without putting them in a situation that would hit THAT close to home. I didn’t want to have crying teenagers on my hands, just thoughtful ones.

the underlying point was to simulate the institutionalized discrimination that exists in our society. we had ~200 16yo kids. we split them in half and then split each half into 10 different groups. the top group (red) had a table and chairs. next was orange with just chairs, then yellow with no chairs or table but the same amount of space, then green with a little less space, and all the way down (blue, teal, purple, pink, fuchsia, lime) with the last group having very little space. grouping was random. they each received a packet with instructions to create a model of a new high school (whoever had the best model would win!!), using the budget listed on the page and the rules on another page. the red group got the most complete rules, the lime group got hardly any instruction. red had a budget of $15,000, the lime group had a budget of $4,000. (it was a sliding scale down the colors.)

obviously having less space is the easy visual representation of discrimination. they didn’t know they all had less money, or less instruction, however. and to start, everyone was bent over their worksheet working as a group to complete the activity. no one initially had any outward qualms about their situation. we had 40 minutes to run the simulation and i didn’t want the red group to get too far too quickly, but after about five minutes i started to panic (only a couple of kids from lime had started to get walked to detention for breaking the rules they didn’t know existed, and no one in any other group seemed to realize anything was happening). after ten minutes, i had the “principals” (2 over-21yo adults) go see the top three groups and tell them that their budgets looked great and they should take it to the “school secretary” (other adults) to get approved. i told the school secretaries to approve whatever they had. 

the younger volunteers were acting as hall monitors and were instructed to treat the ambassadors according to their color (red the best, and as the colors descended they were treated worse). if a red was at the end of the line, they were told to escort the red to the front. whenever they were asked “why do they get to cut?” the answer was “because they’re red.”

fifteen minutes in, the lower groups (pink, fuchsia, lime) started to chant “EQUAL RIGHTS! EQUAL RIGHTS!” their members who had been in detention (which was placed near the red group) had seen how other groups were being treated better. once that chant started i was relieved -- they figured it out. at least, SOME of them did -- the red groups didn’t even look up from their work. (the people who say white privilege doesn’t exist!!) i found out afterward that one person from an orange group (just one!) left their space and went to a lime group and asked what she could do to help them. they responded “nothing!” and she went back to work with her group. 

i had put 200+ yards of masking tape down on the floor to show where everyone was supposed to be. on student in the fuchsia group tore up the tape that separated his group from the middle “hallway” where the adults were seated at tables. some of the younger volunteers came to me panicked “i told him to stop!” i told them, “that’s fine, you can tell them to stop, but don’t physically stop them. if they want to tear up all the tape, think about what that means.” 

but it still hadn’t gotten far enough. i sent one of my “fomenters” down to the lower groups -- “hey, you guys haven’t even gotten your materials and the red groups are almost done, what’s up with that?” and next to someone who was a purple, i said loudly to his hall monitor, “you know, there’s so many more of them than there are of you, if they wanted to walk around without an escort, they could get away with it if enough made that decision.” another student who had more privilege took his hallpass down to someone in a lower group and escorted their members through the activity.

it was interesting to watch the middle groups, who had enough to think they could succeed (build the best model), turn on the lower groups who were chanting and tearing up tape. at one point, the lower groups got out of their boxed and sat down and linked arms -- “you can’t take us to detention!” -- and the girl from an orange group came back to sit with them. she was asked by my fomenter “why are you here instead of helping your own group?” she said that she wanted to bring awareness of the situation to the higher groups.

eventually, the lower groups pulled up all of their tape (less for me to clean up later!!!!), started chanting again, and after having everyone who had a model to turn theirs in, i ended the simulation. i did a whole group debrief that focused on having the red group describe their experience (they were booed by everyone when they said what their budget was), and then moved down to the lime group. one girl i noticed had been very outspoken about how it wasn’t fair that she was going to detention all the time. she had some good stuff to say, and i asked them who’d been the first to pull up the tape. they all pointed to one of our vietnamese kids. i asked him why he’d done it and he stood up, took the microphone, and said, “because color is a social construct.” he handed the microphone back, sat down, and everyone cheered.

sunday at our closing ceremony we traditionally have a few memorable quotes read out and that was one. it got cheers again.

the real key was the small group debriefs, and from what i heard as i walked around, most of them figured it out. it was very easy to see the inequality, and i had hoped that talking about actions that were taken in the simulation would translate to talking about actions that could be taken in real life. i had one student come up to me afterwards asking for the instructions for the simulation so he could bring it back to his high school. i needed to do a full write-up and clean-up anyway (all docs i had were written just so i could understand them). some seminars do a privilege assessment activity (it’s called something something line?? idk) that i’ve done in staff development but without the proper counselor support i wouldn’t want to do that with 200 high schoolers. 

anyway. you can feel better about teenagers. this weekend always gives me hope for our future. :)