#oh man just gotta last till school

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after rejecting a boy in your hometown, he goes around spreading rumors about you and him. luckily, you have full faith in your wizard boyfriend, who just so happens to be coming back form his fancy wizard school in just a few days.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: remus lupin x gn!muggle!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: gender neutral reader, a menace old lady, scarlet letter allusion, several random muggles

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: my boyfriend's back

It was laughable really, for Ben Waters to think your boyfriend would believe any of the lies he’d spread around town. You had full faith in Remus, your super cool wizard boyfriend who could totally crush Ben into next week. 

Still, the whispers all around that snobby little town were starting to get to you.

“Did you hear…?”

“Don't they have that boyfriend, though?”

“With Ben? Really?”

“Just wait till Remus hears…”

Just wait indeed. The sooner he got back from his fancy wizard school, the sooner you could kiss him in front of all the kids who think they’re so cool. In front of Ben even, the man of the hour, who’d done all of this just because you rejected him.

It was all so laughable.

That's what you thought as you sank deeper into your seat at the local diner. A group of your school mates whispered at the opposite booth.

So, so laughable, that it wasn’t very funny at all.

Remus would be back in three days. You could last another three days of this little letter ‘A’ Ben branded you with. 

In the meantime, you could continue to practice on Remus’ skateboard he left behind, maybe go by his place to see his parents, or hide out in your room for seventy two hours.

You inevitably chose the last option, and soon the day of Remus’ return arrived. 

His train from Hogwarts should’ve stopped at King’s Cross Station an hour ago, and the short train from there to home was probably a few minutes away.

You were just swinging a leg over your bike to go wait for Remus at his house, maybe have tea with his dad in the meantime, when the voice of your sweet old neighbor called you back. Mrs. Ketburn hobbled down her porch steps, waving with a frail hand.

A sigh hissed from your nostrils as you forced a smile at her. “Yes, ma’am?”

“Could do me a favor?” she asked ever so sweetly. 

Every inch of you wished to snap back a decline and pedal away as fast as possible, but you couldn’t do that. Your parents would have your neck for it. “Sure, Mrs. Ketburn.”

“Perfect,” she smiled, showing off her dentures. “It won’t take but a few moments, dear.”

You were counting on that. You needed to see Remus before any other kids from school found him. (You trusted Remus, you really did, and he trusted you, but a strong string of anxiety was still taut around your chest).

Mrs. Ketburn led you into her musty house that always smelled of cat litter despite no other indication that she even had a cat. She needed help reaching the flour on the very top shelf of her kitchen cabinets, so she could finish baking apple turnovers, she said.

With a glance at your watch, you pulled around a chair and stepped up, easily reaching for the bag of flour and quickly hopping back down. You practically shoved the flour into her hands and muttered a goodbye in one breath.

“I really gotta—” Time came to slow, slow stop as the bag slipped between her wrinkled fingers, a cloud of flour billowing up around the both of you.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”

You took an even breath and glanced down at your watch. “It’s fine.” You still had time. “Let me help with the mess.”

She grinned up at you. “You’re a dear. I’ll fetch a broom.”

“Don’t forget a dustpan,” you called after her.

It felt as if forever and then some passed by before she came back with a broom, of course having forgotten a dustpan. You gritted your teeth and tried not to be too harsh as you took the broom from her hands. 

You swept the flour into a neat little pile at the center of the kitchen, going to savagely search her supply closet for a dustpan only to come back hands empty. You were on the cusp of asking her to get it when you stepped back into the kitchen, finding Mrs. Ketburn holding the dustpan and asking, “Did you need this, dear?”

You didn’t even bother looking at your watch again, not wanting any more stress to weigh down on you. For all you knew, Ben himself could have tracked Remus down on his way home from the station by now.

That in mind, you probably broke a world record in sweeping with how swiftly you finished the task, leaving Mrs. Ketburn’s tools leaning on the counter as you shouted a goodbye over your shoulder.

You hopped onto your bike and set into action, pedaling down the road to make it to his house. That was your best bet at finding him in a timely manner. Around a corner, across the street, you sped through town, that horrid scene replaying in your head.

Remus would never believe Ben’s lies. Never ever… but you had to see him to be sure. 

As soon as you reached his driveway, you abandoned your bike on the pavement and ran up to the door. His mom’s car was parked out front. Remus was home from his stupidly far away magic school. At last. You nearly forgot why you were stressed at all, but then the front door swung open as Remus met you halfway.

His smile was as blinding as ever as he rushed forth and enveloped you in a warm embrace. Throwing your arms round his neck you held him close and just breathed him in after so many long months apart.

You wanted to ask him about his friends, about what new magic he could show you, and if his Quidditch team did well—but first, you pulled back and stared deep into his eyes, blurting, “Ben Waters is a liar and a creep.”

The way he grinned at you told you all you needed to know. “Tell me something new.”

“So someone told you already?” you asked tentatively, drawing a roll of his eyes.

“I was told,” he began as if on his last leg, “by an overly enthusiastic Heather Law that you’d betrayed me and gone 'n slept with Ben.”

You pictured the girl from your class clear as day, waltzing up to him ever so confident she was about to gain a new boyfriend. You waited, but all he did was chuckle at the notion. “And you said?”

Remus pressed his forehead to your own, nudging your nose with his. “I told her to have a good day, and I came home to you.”

That was enough to have you connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, smiling into it. You knew Remus would never believe them. He was too good to ever even play with the idea. You just couldn’t wait till everyone else knew that too.

But first, you had a year's worth of kisses to catch up on.

[nfr-girly]

Little Hope - Bradley Bradshaw x reader (Part 1)

Bradley’s priority’s have always been the navy and his daughter, hope, but what happens when his daughter’s teacher comes into the mix?

a/n: literally never wrote a fic before let me know if it’s good

Ever since Bradley and his ex had split up, he had been his daughter’s main guardian. He doesn’t really speak to his ex, and he doesn’t want to. Balancing being a dad and the navy wasn’t easy, so when the time came for Hope to go to pre-school, he couldn’t complain.

“Hey have you got your bag?” Brad asked

“Yes!!”

“And did you brush your teeth?”

“Of course I’m not like you” she rolled her eyes jokingly, to which he smiled at

He strapped her in her seat and pulled out of the drive. Brad was feeling all types of emotions, relief that he could spend some more time in the navy while she learns, sad that she’s growing up, also happy for her to make friends. He didn’t like feeling emotions. He never thought it ended well, and in his case it never had.

Pulling into the car park of the school, he stops for a minute. The school is a good size; he sees kids running around, parents talking to each other. He feels a sense of hope that she’ll be okay, but the other half is telling him to take her back home.

“Daddy are we going in??” Hope asks, the gap where her tooth was showing clear, she sits cuddling her bear.

“Oh yeah honey sorry” he gets out and unstraps her out her seat; they walk hand in hand towards the school.

Walking along he feels some eyes on him, at first he thinks maybe they’re judging him, or worst, hope. But as he glances he realises some of the mums are checking him out. He looks away quickly, he had decided to wear a very tight shirt today.

He walked into classroom 2b, which was what classroom hope was apparently in. He looks around and sees the back of who he guesses is the teacher. He waits till she’s done talking to a student.

But as soon as she turned around, Bradley had completely zoned out everything around him but you. As you notice him, you give him a smile and start walking towards him. If he didn’t feel nervous already, he absolutely did now.

“Hi!! Im Miss L/N!! I assume you are hope?” You kneel down to match hopes height, while Bradley’s eyes are still on you. He would’ve thought he had landed in heaven seeing you.

“Yes!! This is my daddy!!!” Hope says, tugging at Bradley’s shirt. He snaps out of his trance as you get up again, trying to understand what just happened

your POV

Being in the presence of Hopes father could be classed as its own national holiday, because being able to meet a man that gorgeous should be celebrated.

“Hi! My names Miss L/N, but you can just call me Y/N” I whisper the last part

“Hi.. Im uh- im hopes dad, but my names Bradley” he says as he shakes my hand. I don’t even know if I can think the things I’m thinking about a students dad, but who gives a shit.

“Nice to meet you Bradley, I just know hope will have a great time here!” I smile at him, which he grins back at.

“Yeah I hope. She’s feeling excited so it should be alright. so uh I gotta get going now, but pick ups at 3:15 right?”

“Yeah!” I reply; feeling sudden disappointment from him having to leave

“Hey honey I’ll be back soon okay?” He has a little conversation with his daughter, I notice a lot of features they share, same nose, same eyes. It makes my heart fill with warmth even more

He gives her a peck on the cheek before getting up.

“Well I’ll uh, pick her up at 3:15 then” he says

“Yeah um see you then” I smile

He smiles back before turning around and heading out the door.

“So hope let’s get you to your desk and meet your classmates okay!” I say

“Okay!” She smiles as we walk towards the classroom. She talks about her teddy bear, and how she named him Rooster, I assume maybe she likes roosters? Half of the conversation I may have been thinking back to her dad. God, why is 3:15 so far away?

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[sturniolos-blog]

Babysitter - Matthew Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - fluff, kissing, swearing,

also read ‼️‼️: name change on the daughter just because this fic is not where y/n is the biological mother, but i am going to keep estrella and mailo for when y/n and matt are biological parents.

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7:39am

I wake up to my phone blaring from a call, contact name says ‘The dad of the kid i start babysitting’

Hoping i’m not late i check the time, it’s only 7:40, my job wasn’t supposed to start till 11.

I pick up the phone, “Hello?” I asked in the most not tired voice possible.

“Hey, uh this is y/n right?” Matt asks.

"Yeah, you're Mr.Sturniolo right?"

Matt chuckles, "Please call me Matt, i'm not old."

"Of course, Matt. So what's up?” I rub my eyes and get out of bed as i keep my phone against my ear.

“I’m sorry this is such late notice but do you think you would be able to get here before eight?” He asks.

I let out a small sigh.

“Okay that’s okay i can just be late-”

“Wait what? No! Sorry i’m trying to find a shirt to wear.” I laugh in embarrassment.

“Oh okay great, see you at eight?” Matt confirms.

“See you at eight.” I hang up the phone.

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7:58am

I ended up picking grey cargo pants with a plain white sweatshirt.

I walked up to the given address, nice ass house by the way. I walk up to the font door and knock, the door opens and it reveals a brown haired man, bright blue eyes and stubble on his cheeks, covering his jaw, he was wearing black jeans and a black t shirt. He looked like he was really young so i thought there was no way he could be a whole ass dad

I look at the number again, it said 434.

“Sorry, i might have the wrong ho-” The man cuts me off.

“Wait you’re y/n?” He asks, sort of in disbelief, looking me up and down.

“Yeah, uh- babysitting?” I laugh.

“Oh okay, i’m sorry you look young.” He says, opening the door for me to walk in as i do so.

“Says the teenager.” I joke.

He looks down and laughs, “You’re totally right. Flora!? Come down here please!” Matt yells, a little girl that looks almost exactly like Matt runs down the stairs.

“What did I say about running down the stairs?” Matt scolds as the little girl, presumably Flora hugs his leg.

She had brown fluffy hair that went all the way down to her belly button.

She had blue eyes and was milk white like Matt.

“Sorry daddy.” She hugs his leg as he ruffles her hair.

“I’m gonna ignore it just because we have a guest and daddys running late. This is y/n, she will be hanging out with you for the day while daddy works.” He tells her, i give a small wave and she smiles at me but continues holding onto his leg.

“She’s usually shy at first, actually she might be shy the whole time, she gave my last babysitter a really hard time so i’m so sorry if today is trouble, and what time is it?” He glances at the clock, “Shit. I mean- Flora don’t say that word i really gotta-”

“Okay, Matt you can go, i’m sure we will be fine.” I smile.

Matt takes a break, “Uhm- Right, right. I’m so sorry, y/n. I really didn’t think they were gonna call me in this early-” I cut matt off as he apologizes again.

“Matt seriously, it’s fine. I don’t mind at all. Go ahead.” I laugh.

“Right, right. Okay,” Matt bends down and puts his arms out for Flora, she wraps her arms around his neck.

“Okay, daddy will see you later okay? Love you baby.” He kisses her cheek and quickly leaves the house.

Flora walked towards the window, watching Matt pull out of the driveway.

“It must be hard when dad leaves.” I start, “I know what that’s like, it must hurt, huh?” I ask.

She just nods and stares at the now empty driveway with just my car now.

“Daddy said I was born really early, while he was still in school. But then Mama left so he said he had to quit.” She says, her voice quiet.

“Yeah, it must be tough. How old are you, Flora?” I ask her.

She puts up a five on one hand and a three on the other.

“eight years old? Wow!” I fake gasp.

“So when do you start highschool? Next year maybe?” I ask her, she looks at me and giggles but shakes her head.

“Nooooo!” Flora drags out.

“Really? So you’re already in highschool?” I ask as she giggles some more.

“No silly! I’m in 3rd grade!” She says.

“Oh no way!” I laugh too.

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6:24pm

I look at our two drawings.

“What is that?” Flora points to mine.

I hesitate for a second, “I thought we were drawing dogs..”

“We were supposed too. But that’s not a dog.” She shakes her head, almost disappointed.

I gasp, “Okay one more round, now let’s do cats.”

Matt’s Pov

I walk inside and take my jacket off. Sighing as i rub my forehead. Expecting the house to be trashed and the babysitter to be gone, (that’s happened before) but instead I hear laughs and giggles come from the kitchen.

“That’s not a cat!” I hear Flora yell.

“I promise it is!” I hear Y/n speak now.

I hear Flora giggle at Y/n’s response.

I walk into the kitchen and look at a bunch of papers and crayons scattered everywhere on the kitchen table.

Flora looks up first, “Daddy!” She yells, running up and hugging me.

“Hey baby!” I smile, leaning down and kissing her head while hugging her.

She hugs me tightly before letting go.

“I had lots of fun daddy!” Flora yells.

“That’s great! why don’t you go play while i talk to y/n?” I suggest.

“Okay.” She sighs before running to her play room.

Y/n smiles at me as she starts to put away the crayons. She was actually really pretty.

“So how’d today go?” I ask her, helping her clean up the papers.

“It was great actually, i think she likes me but im not gonna jinx it.” She laughs.

“she seems like she loves you.” I smile, “Does that mean you’ll stick around?” I half joke, half serious.

She looks up at me, stopping her movements. “Of course, i’m not going anywhere.” She continues to put the crayons away as she finishes.

“See you saturday, Mr. Sturniolo.” She says, saying bye to flora before leaving.

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1 month later

9:35pm sunday

I was cleaning up after i made dinner for alora and i, Matt had a party for influencers to go to. I didn’t mind staying longer, in fact i liked it. Made me feel less lonely.

I put Flora asleep about an hour ago, she insisted to wait up for matt but i stroked her hair a little and she fell right asleep.

Honestly i had a fat crush on matt, he was 25, and im 23, thats perfect, he is a beautiful man anyway.

I was in the kitchen when i heard the front door open. I was wiping down the counters and i see Matt.

“Hey, how was your night?” I asked him.

He nodded and put his keys down on the table, “it was good.. good..” He trails off, “what about you?” He asks as he watches my movements as i wipe the counters.

“It was great. Flora is asleep now, i told her that if she went to bed you’d be here to see her in the morning.” I smile at him as he continues staring at me, i throw the now dirty paper towel away.

“Okay, so i made pasta which i put in a container for you, it’s in the fridge, and i also packed Floras lunch for school tomorrow because i figured you would be too tired to pack it.” I told him, he just stared at me.

“Are you okay matt?” I asked him.

He clears his throat and looks down, fiddling with his fingers, “Um, yeah yeah, of course. thank you so much you do a lot and have done a lot this past month, so thank you for that.”

“I mean of course, i love flora and y- i love taking care of her.” I catch myself.

“Right.” Matt nods, looking around the room in awkwardness, which has never happened before.

“Yeah, right so i’m gonna go now.” I smile.

“Or maybe you don’t have too…” Matt trails off, i give him a confused look, but he walks up to me, and gets real close. “You should stay..” Matt breathes out, he got so close to where his lips were almost hovering over mine.

“I can..” I swallow harshly and nod. “I can stay..” I whisper.

“Good.” He mutters before he leans in and kisses me, it catches me by surprise but i immediately kiss back, my hands going around his neck as his go around my waist.

He hums into the kiss and bites my lip, making me let out a soft gasp and matt takes his chance in sticking his tongue in my mouth. I moan against his lips as he presses me against the counter.

“Daddy?” We pull away from the kiss to see flora.

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i know this is such a bad ending but this is probably the last i’m posting till the weekend so i just wanted to get it done because i feel bad for like disappointing you guys.

taglist: @sturniolosmind

[cynical-ghost]

EMO GIRL

Paring: Lando Norris x private!girlfriend!reader

Genre: smau-social media, fluff.

Warning(s): use of Yn, some hate comments but not many, and that’s about it

Synopsis: Lando and Yn have been together since high school days but no one has ever seen you, except for your families and the other drivers in the grid. It’s finally time for the internet to meet Lando’s Emo Girl.

A/n: this is a tad bit self indulgent as i dress like this, side fringe and all 😭 But i also wanted to make a Lando fic to make up for making him evil in the last one.

Fc: I found the pics on Pinterest🫶

F1_wags

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F1_wags Lando seems happier talking about his high school sweetheart than about his second win of the season! Hopefully we get to meet the woman responsible of his happiness soon!💕

Landonorizzz I am still in denial that this man managed to bag someone with his frighteningly bad moves😭😭

L04NN01 gotta change your user soon 😂

Landonorizzz it doesn’t matter if he had a girlfriend or not this man still has no rizz and never will😆

Yourbff Hmmm I wonder who she is????🧐🤔🤔🤫@/Ynforeal do you have any clues?

Ynforeal No…now shush🤐

User15 sooo anyone else find these comments suspicious?

User21 get back to bed granny

LandoNorris

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Landonorris @/Ynforeal is not going to be happy this is the first picture I’m posting of her, but oh well. Love you 💕

User15 WHAT DID I TELL YOU!!!

Landonorizzz You guys are so cute together, it was so nice meeting you guys, I think I’m more of a Yn fan than a Lando fan 😂❤️

Ynforeal you’re so sweet! It was so cool to meet you!!! (Luv ur user<3)

Landonorizzz OMFGPMFGOMFGKSBDB

Ynforeal WTF Lando😭 crying real tears…

Landonorris 1. I’m sorry 😂 and 2. I’m sitting right next to you, you are smiling like crazy…

Ynforeal oh yeh.

Landonorris Ow, now my arm hurts😭

Ynforeal payback car boy🏎️

Yourbff FINALLY!!! Now I can openly ship you guys till my hearts content

User21 She look so cool omfg, I wanna be her friend!🤩

Ynforeal

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Ynforeal Why? Just…why?

Landonorris👉👌?

Ynforeal🤨

Landonorris is that a no to 🍆🍑

Ynforeal 🫡🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧍‍♂️

Landonorris😁

Landonorizzz wtf is going on in here??

User22 I’m scared, mum come get me!!

User21 kids let’s go

Ynismymother SHE IS GORGEOUS!!!

Oscarpiastri why do I ever check the comments on your account.

Ynforeal look away child…

Yourbff YASSS QUEEN SHIT!!!

Yourbff YOU LOOK SO FUCKING GOOD I COULD KISS YOU

Landonorris please refrain from smooching my girlfriend.

Yourbff sleep with one eye open mofo.

Landonorris👁️

[gtzel]

Help! My classmate is a size shifter!

Since when are you so...short?

(first/previous/next)

The next day I walked into class and my friends greeted me, but i was only looking at Elijah. He was sitting in his usual spot next to the window and had his earbuds in. some people were talking to me but i couldn't hear what they were saying.

i walked up to him and tapped him from behind. he flinched at the contact but relaxed a bit when he saw it was me.

"h-hey Brian" he said pulling an earbud out and giving a hint of a smile, which i counted as a win.

"yo, how you feelin after you know....yesterday?" i said with extra emphasis on the last word.

"not...not too bad, just uhm the usual i guess" he seemed a it more on edge then yesterday which was a bit concerning. i didn't want to push him because he might just be a bit jarred due to the public setting.

"well i guess since were friends now i can sit next to you." i sat down next to him, the person who usually sat there seemed to be fine with it but Elijah was a bit uncomfortable.

"listen, Brian i have something i need to-" he was cut off by a classmate calling me.

"yo Brian, what's good!" Chad said as he approached my new desk. he sat down backwards facing me in the desk in front of where i sat.

"hey Chad, just havin' a conversation with Eli here," i gestured to Elijah but he quickly turned the other way. cold.

"that's uhm, nice i guess..." Chad shifted awkwardly "anyway, were having this party tonight at my place, and of course we need our starring quarterback to be there!  so can you come?" he said enthusiastically.

i looked back at Eli, he was gazing out the window in his own world again. i was planning on asking if he would want to hang out again after school but i couldn't just tell everyone that. i had to come up with an excuse.

"oh sorry man, I'm really busy with...stuff and i wont be-" the bell rang and our teacher walked in the room. yes! saved by the bell. She instructed us to sit down so she could start class.

the lecture was boring as ever and after it finally let out i was crowded by other people before i had a chance to ask Elijah about hanging out.

i lost sight of him after he walked out of class and couldn't find him till lunchtime. it almost felt as if he was avoiding me, but who would do that? anyways, i found him on the rooftop of the gymnasium building.

"isn't this place supposed to be off limits?" i said walking up behind him, he was startled again. really seems like the jumpy type, gotta keep that in mind.

"how did you find me?" he said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes.

"bro, i know this school inside and out. of course i found you" i jested, elbowing him playfully.

"well, you found me, now what?"

"uhm, didn't think that far. i guess i just uhm wanted to know if you...if you wanted to hang out later today?" i tugged the hem of my t-shirt nervously. it was way hotter outside then normal.

"uhm don't you have 'stuff' to do?" he said with finger quotes. i blushed, it was definitely hot outside.

"well i mean, that was a lie..." i drifted off, great now he probably thinks I'm shallow! then i remembered what he said earlier "wait, so what did you have to tell me again?"

"oh, just that..." he  hesitated "i just was feeling a bit odd after yesterday" he said shifting slightly uncomfortably.

"hmm, okay i guess" i said skeptically.

"actually i-" Eli couldn't finish the sentence, he collapsed onto the ground and his breath became labored.

"E-Elijah, are you okay?!" i kneeled down next to him, he began to shudder uncontrollably.

"b-Brian, i feel...help me-" his body contorted strangely and he began to thrash wildly.

"j-just t-t-take some deep breaths, d-deep breaths" i tried to calm him down but he didn't seem to be able to hear me.

then light began erupting from his body. it beamed through the strangling cloths, and kept getting brighter. i had to look away for fear of being blinded.

then the light started to die down. i waited a second before realizing i couldn't hear Elijah anymore. i looked to where he had been and....he wasn't there. why wasn't he there!? his cloths and backpack were the only things of him that remained.

my eyes widened, as i  frantically shuffled through his cloths to find some clue to where he had gone. if i hadn't been more careful i almost would've missed the small weight that rested in his t-shirt.

"what the-" i carefully unwrapped the shirt to reveal a miniscule figure smaller then my palm. i looked closer and realized to my great disbelief that Elijah, MY Elijah, was tiny. i turned him over, feeling his cold skin against my pointer finger, then i realized.

"O-oh, oh dear" i blushed hard, face burning. he was, well...you can probably imagine. i tried to think of a decent way to handle this situation. i obviously couldn't just leave him there.

i wrapped him up in a clean tissue i had in my suit pocket, glad it finally came in handy. then grabbed his stuff and put it in my bag. i didn't really have a plan, but if i were to ever skip school, it would be then.

[fandomnsfw]

Doll House - Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Prompt: Doll House by Melanie Martinez

Warning: None really...a little blood I guess? Mainly Fluff

Thank you to my Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics once again for fixing my screw ups! XD

ENJOY!!

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You walked into the school, a smile firmly placed on your face as the girls spoke about their weekend. Jenny was talking about her date with Mark while Anna was laughing about something Hayley had said. You spotted your brother across the hall and waved as the girls started swooning over him.  

“Hey, big bro. How was practice?” You asked with a sweet smile.  

“It was good. Hey, what time is mom co-”  

“Yo, Xavier, you forgot your phone!” You heard a voice exclaim as he spluttered out the changing room.  

“Thanks, Stilinski.” Your brother laughed before pocketing his phone.  

“Hi Y/N.” Stiles muttered with a grin.  

“Hi, Stiles.” You giggled as he ran his hands through his hair which was still wet, from what you guessed was the showers. You walked off with the other girls who instantly started gossiping about your brother.  

“I dunno about Xavier but Stiles got hot recently.” Anna sighed, fanning herself before bursting into a fit of laughter along with the other girls.  

“Anna’s right, Stilinski buffed up and grew his hair out. He looked like the perfect guy, I mean if you get rid of the spazziness.” Jenny snorted, as she flipped her hair over her shoulder.  

“I gotta go grab something from my car before class, I’ll see you later!” You exclaimed cheerfully before making your way to your car.  

You took out a packet of cigarettes lighting one up before taking a much-needed drag. You felt yourself instantly relax. It wasn’t like you hated your friend it’s just they were very superficial and you had enough superficial people in your life to know that you’d never have true friends as long as you kept them around. You glanced at your phone as you took another drag from the cigarette.  

Mom - ‘Going out tonight won’t be back till late. Use the credit card to eat out.’  

Dad – ‘Working late tonight.’  

You snorted as you read your parent’s texts before throwing your phone into your Prada handbag. As you took another drag you heard someone speak from behind you.  

“You know that’s bad for you right?” You’d recognise that voice anywhere. That voice was attached to the man you’d fantasised about on a regular basis. Stiles Stilinski.  

“You know it’s rude to pry right?” You snarled as you took another drag.  

“Oh, so now that your friends and brother aren’t round you show your true colours.” He snorted sarcastically.  

“No, more like I don’t feel the need to act like a fake Barbie doll now my friends aren’t around.” You sighed as crouched down.  

“I used to know someone like you.” He chuckled, as he squatted down in front of you.  

“Lydia Martin.” You huffed with a laugh.  

“The love of Stiles Stilinski’s life.” You added sarcastically.  

“Oh, so you heard about that?” Stiles laughed, running his hands through his slowly drying hair.  

“Everyone knows. It’s also like everyone knows not to touch Lydia now because it’s like a written law that you two will end up together. Small town. People gossip.” You scoffed irritably.  

“Lydia’s in love with someone else. I’m over her. We’re friends. I know you were dating Kieran and everyone kept saying you two were the perfect couple that you’d marry each other straight outta high school but last week you broke up.” Stiles retaliated softly with a sad smile.  

“He didn’t know the real me. Seemed cruel to keep leading him on.” You muttered with a frown as you thought about your parent’s marriage.  

To everyone in this town your family was perfect and rich but behind closed curtains, your entire family was fucked. Your brother smoked weed constantly, your mother was an alcoholic and your father was a cheating piece of shit that brought his mistresses home.  

It’s not a family if you have to pretend.  

“You’re different from what I thought.” Stiles whispered, more to himself than you.  

“Why? Because I’m not perfect?” You huffed with a dark laugh.  

“No. You seem less…Doll-like…I feel like when I see you I’m staring at a fragile doll-like if I touch you or stare too long you’ll break.” Stiles sighs sadly, causing you to stare at him in shock. He hit the nail on the head. You put out your cigarette before glancing up at him with a sad smile.  

“Sometimes the things that go on behind closed doors are things that have to be hidden for the sake of the family.” You replied the words taken from something your mother once told you.  

“If you can’t be true to yourself then you’re not living. You’re just breathing.” Stiles shot you a sympathetic smile that should have pissed you off but somehow it made you smile back.  

“My mom drinks…” You started as you stared at the ground.  

“She does it to forget my dad’s infidelity.” You laughed your tone dark and hateful.  

“That’s fucked up, dude.” Stiles huffed angrily.  

“You’re telling me…My brother started smoking weed last year to deal with it but now it’s like half the time I see him…He’s fucking stoned out his mind.” You whispered, the pain now evident in your voice.  

“I’m the first person you’ve told about this aren’t I?” Stiles muttered as he stood up, holding his hand out so he could help you up.  

“Yeah. I’ve seen you with your friends…You’re loyal. I feel like I can trust you.” You stated as you stared into his eyes looking for any sign you’d just fucked up by telling another person about your fake family.  

“I won’t tell a soul.” Stiles chuckled a big grin on his face.  

“Thanks, Stiles. You’re lucky to have friends and a dad like the Sheriff.” You commented shyly.  

“You know my dad?” Stiles commented confusion in his voice.  

“Yeah, he’s brought back my brother stoned or drunk a few times. Your dad never books him for it because I have a feeling he has an idea what goes on behind closed doors. He’s a good man.” You muttered softly as you remembered the conversation you had with the Sheriff.  

“Thanks. I think so too.” Stiles huffed proudly. You giggled at his expression before walking off.  

“Bye Stilinski!” You chuckled over your shoulder earning an excitable wave from the boy in return.  

Over the next few weeks you hung out with Stiles after school, occasionally some days he couldn’t come due to plans with his friends but if he couldn’t hang he’d text you constantly. You’d grown closer and it made you happy to be able to talk to someone about your problems.  

You got out of your car grabbing your white leather Chanel handbag before spotting Stiles’ jeep pull up. You looked around to check that your friends or brother weren’t about before running up to him and jumping on his back, not realising Scott was at the other side of the car.  

“Good morning Sti.” You giggled as you kissed his cheek.  

“Good morning princess.” He retorted sarcastically before glancing at Scott who was now staring with wide eyes.  

“Stiles, why is Xavier’s baby sister kissing you?” Scott muttered making you now very aware of his presence.  

“I-I only kissed his cheek I m-mean…It’s not l-like I…ya know.” You stuttered nervously as you looked around to check no one else had noticed the display.  

“Hey, Y/N, breath he’s just shocked. He doesn’t care.” Stiles chuckled softly as he ruffled your hair, earning a glare from you as you fixed your hair.  

“No, I don’t mind, just wondered. I didn’t realise you two were friends…Wait! Is this the girls you’ve been texting constantly, that’s had you smiling every 5 seconds.” Scott laughed as he pointed at Stiles with an amused face.  

“No!” Stiles shouted quickly.  

“No!?” You snapped angrily as you glared at him.  

“I mean yes!” Stiles corrected earning an eye roll from both you and Scott.  

“How come you never talk in school?” Scott asked causing you to freeze.  

“I didn’t wanna drag her down to my nerd depths.” Stiles chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.  

“Scott’s right, we should talk in school too!” You exclaimed as your heart started thumping nervously.  

“Y/N, you don’t have to-”  

“No, come on you can walk me to my locker!” You giggled plastering a fake smile on your face which you were sure Stiles could decipher by now. You linked arms with him and began walking towards the school.  

“Ha! No.” Stiles shook his arm out of yours shocking you and Scott.  

“I am not walking in there linking arms. I’ll look like your new gay bestie!” Stiles exclaimed dramatically causing you and Scott to burst out laughing. He threw his arm over your shoulder with a grin.  

“And walking in like you’re my new Bae is better?” You snorted as you wrapped your arm around his waist.  

“Don’t ever say Bae again or I’ll disown you but yes it's better.” Stiles laughed sarcastically, earning a slap to his chest from you.  

“I’d rather you really were my boyfriend but ya know.” You muttered under your breath.  

You walked into school with Stiles’ arm slung around you and it took all of 5 seconds before the whispers started. You kept your head up knowing if you lowered it, people would think you had something to be ashamed of.  

Scott glanced at you with wide eyes as if asking if you were okay but you just sent him a smile. He walked you to your locker where your friends were waiting. He gave you a hug before kissing your forehead.  

“Laters, princess.” He chuckled as you shot him a heart-warming smile.  

“Bye.” You whispered shyly and once he was gone the hyenas were on you so fast, you almost didn’t even see them move.  

“You’re dating Stiles!?” Jenny whisper yelled with wide eyes.  

“No.” You muttered quietly wishing you could say yes.  

“Then why did he call you princess and kiss you!?” Anna questioned angrily.  

“He’s a friend of mine.” You answered sweetly, trying to stop yourself from strangling each and every one of them. You ignore the rest of the questions and head to class as you took deep breaths and tried to calm down.  

When lunch came around you were worn out from all the questions from other students had been asking, so when lunch came around you went to the cafeteria and took your food to Stiles’ table. You looked around the table seeing no chairs so you just sat on Stiles’ knee. He made no comment as you started eating your lunch but you could see every one of his friend staring at you.  

“Why is Xavier’s sister sitting at our table?” Liam asked quietly.  

“I have a name too, Dunbar.” You huffed angrily as you shot him a frown.  

“Y/N, right?” Lydia asked sassily.  

“Yes, Lydia.” You answered just as sassily.  

“Woah! What happened to make you all pissy?” Stiles asked as he looked into your eyes.  

“Nothing.” You sighed as you looked away from his intense gaze.  

“Oh no, we’re not doing this again, princess. Tell me.” Stiles sighed his brow furrowing slightly.  

“I’ve been hounded none stop since this morning and I really want a smoke but I promised you I wouldn’t.” You pouted as you glanced at him briefly. Stiles nodded before picking up a fry and holding it to your lips without any more questions.  

“My question is why is she sat on Stiles’ knee?” Malia growled causing you to freeze. You remembered her and Stiles dating for a while but you were sure they’d broken up. Maybe you’d been wrong.  

“Why does that matter?” Jackson huffed obnoxiously.  

“There were no seats and Stiles is single and obviously her friend.” Ethan added earning a nod from Scott.  

You tried not to smile so you shoved another chip in your mouth. Stiles tucked your hair behind your ear sweetly before holding out his water bottle for you. You took it with a thank you before taking a sip. The rest of lunch went like this, though I could tell his friends felt a little awkward. Stiles reassured you they just had to get used to you.  

After you walked to your locker with him, he placed his hand to the side of your head against the locker. You glanced at him in suspicion before he leaned in and whispered in your ear.  

“Your girlfriends are staring from behind their books.” Stiles chuckled against your ear, sending shiver straight down your spine.  

“What, so you thought you’d make my life harder to explain by making it look like your whispering dirty shit in my ear.” You whispered back, purposely brushing your lips against his ear. He pulled back biting his lower lip to try and hide his smile.  

“I mean if you’d like me to make it easier I could totally whisper dirty things in your ear?” Stiles stated with a smirk. You let out a little snort even though you knew your cheeks were likely red but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.  

The rest of the day was filled with more questions and gossip but after spending lunchtime with Stiles you didn’t care. You head was filled with thoughts of him. Stiles had asked if you wanted to have dinner at his but you’d yet to go to Stiles’ house and you were honestly nervous. Would his dad be home? Would his dad like you even though he’d basically arrested your brother more times than you could count?  

At the end of the day, you followed Stiles home in your car with a nauseous feeling in your stomach from nerves but you ignored it as you pulled up and got out with your handbag. Stiles slung his arm over your shoulder which made you laugh remembering earlier in the day.  

You walked into his house following him to what turned out to be the kitchen. He grabbed two soda’s passing you one silently before his dad walked into the kitchen clearly shocked to see you in his kitchen drinking soda.  

“Hi, Y/N.” The Sheriff greeted with a small smile.  

“Hi, Sheriff.” You greeted politely, which made his smile widen.  

“Please call me Noah. I didn’t know you and Stiles were friends?” He questioned as he pulled out a bottle of water.  

“It’s a new development.” You laughed as Stiles looked between you and his dad quietly.  

“Oh, are you the new girl my son has been goi-”  

“Okaaaaay! That’s enough of that pops.” Stiles exclaimed with a glare.  

“Well, it’s good to see Stiles dating again.” The Sheriff huffed with a proud smile.  

“Oh, we’re not dating!” You squeaked with a blush.  

“God, no need to sound so offended.” Stiles snorted sarcastically.  

“The whole school thinks we’re dating if I was offended I’d correct them.” You replied, sticking out your tongue childishly.  

“Why does the whole school think your dating?” The Sheriff asked with a raised brow.  

“Cos Stiles put his arm over my shoulder when we went into school today, then at lunch he p-”  

“THAT’S ENOUGH OF THAT!” Stiles shouted rather loudly causing you to jump.  

“Well, that sounds like an eventfully day.” The Sheriff chuckled you nodded cheerfully as he started asking about the rest of your day.  

You sat in the living room with the Sheriff while Stiles made tea. His words were fatherly and caring which made you smile down at your lap happily. He asked about your brother which you awkwardly answered but he didn’t judge you or bring it up after that.  

“So, you like my son?” The Sheriff questioned as he stared at you over his coffee.  

“W-What?” You squealed a blush making its way to your face for what felt like the millionth time that day.  

“He may be blind but I’m not.” The Sheriff chuckled causing you to laugh.  

“Yeah…He’s sweet and he accepts me for who I am even though my family is screwed up. He’s very affectionate too.” You giggle as you remember all the forehead kisses and hugs he’s given you.  

“It appears you’re just as blind as my son.” The Sheriff mumbled making your eyes widen as if you’d miss heard it.  

“Pardon?” You asked politely.  

“Nothing, anyway Stiles should be done soon why don’t we go and sit in the dining room?” The Sheriff asked with a smile. You gave him a nod and followed after him.  

You sat down at the table with the Sheriff as Stiles served up lasagne. After he’d done he stroked your hair. You looked up at him and he kissed your forehead quickly before sitting down. You smiled happily as you dug into the food. Stiles cooking was beyond amazing, which honestly didn’t shock you because you knew his dad worked a lot and his mom wasn’t around so you figured Stiles knew how to cook.  

“This is really good!” He exclaimed with a giggle.  

“It’s my mom’s recipe she taught me how to make it.” Stiles muttered with a smile. You leant over and ran your fingers through his hair before caressing his cheek with your thumb. He glanced over at you with a grin and nodded to you letting you know he’s was fine.  

“You two are so sweet!” You heard a female voice come from behind you. You turned round to see Scott and Mrs McCall stood there.  

“Mrs McCall!” You giggled as you ran over to give her a hug.  

“Hi, sweetie. I didn’t know you and Stiles had started dating.” You let out a dramatic whine as the Sheriff and Stiles started laughing.  

“How do you know my mom?” Scott asked as he sat down with a plate of lasagne.  

“Ermm well…” You flushed as you awkwardly pushed your food around.  

“Y/N wants to be a nurse when she gets older.” Mrs McCall supplied while wiping sauce off the Sheriff's cheek causing him to grin.  

“Really? You never told me that.” Stiles gasped as he reached out to hold your hand.  

“This town is kinda accident prone so I want to be able to help people.” You giggled but for some reason everyone froze, causing you to frown. You felt like there was something you should know but you decided to leave it for now and ask Stiles later.  

A few seconds later there was a knock at the door you stood telling them you’d get it but what stood at the door shocked you to your core. There stood Jackson and Ethan holding a bleeding man that looked vaguely familiar.  

“Oh my god! Get him in here!” You screamed urgently.  

“Stiles, can you get me warm water, alcohol and a towel please!” You screamed as they laid the man down on the couch.  

“Wh- OH MY GOD, DEREK!” Stiles screamed as he ran up to the man.  

“STILES TOWEL, WATER, ALCOHOL GO!” You screamed as you ripped off Derek’s shirt seeing several slash wounds it looked like an animal had mauled him.  

“MELISSA, I NEED YOUR HELP!” You screamed as you took off your cardigan and held it to the worst wound. Melissa ran in with Stiles following. You took the towel and water before cleaning most of the blood when you’d done you grabbed the alcohol and looked up at Jackson and Scott.  

“Hold him down.” Was all you needed to say before you began cleaning the wounds with alcohol the man thrashed around and roared but right now the fact that this man had glowing blue eyes wasn’t a problem or something you could get scared of, right now you needed to stop his bleeding.  

“Ethan, hold his legs.” You screamed as his legs started kicking around.  

“Melissa, hold this for now.” You said pointing to the cardigan on the vastly bleeding cut.  

“I need you to tell me how to help him. He’s obviously not human and right now I have no idea whether I should call an ambulance or wait.” You sighed as you looked at Stiles.  

“Werewolf. He’ll heal fast.” Stiles muttered but instead of questioning you nodded and turned to the Sheriff.  

“I need a needle, lighter and thread. Even if he heals faster, it’s not going to stop bleeding until I close it.” You stated softly before turning to Melissa.  

“I think we should stitch this one then bandage his torso just until the bleeding stops.” You muttered softly as if asking for her approval.  

“Well done, Y/N.” She muttered in a soft motherly tone that made you smile.  

After Melissa stitched him up and bandaged him, Derek passed out. You picked up the remaining vodka and took a swing earning a raised eyebrow from the Sheriff. You stood up and crossed your arms.  

“I just tended to a bleeding dying man who turned out to be a werewolf. I think I deserve it.” You sighed before turning to Stiles.  

“Explain. Now.” You snapped angrily. You weren’t angry because Stiles associated with werewolves you were angry because he didn’t tell you. You had thought he trusted you.  

“That is Derek Hale. He’s a werewolf.” He stated simply with an awkward smile.  

“That much I already figured out myself, thanks. How many of your friends are wolves?” You sighed knowing that going back a few years Stiles wouldn’t have been seen dead with Jackson but now it was like they had mutual trust.  

“That’s not my secret to tell.” Stiles sighed softly.  

“Scott, your one right?” You questioned as you turned to him.  

“How?”  

“My brother has been playing lacrosse with you since freshmen year. You don’t think I noticed when you went from asthmatic and benched to first line with perfect health and reflexes?” You snorted before turning to Jackson and Ethan.  

“Ethan and his brother turned up when people started dying last year. I’m gonna go with your one and Jackson…You and Stiles used to hate each other and now you seem to have this weird mutual understanding. So I’m gonna go with you too. So that leaves you.” You pointed to Stiles.  

“What, you can’t suss me out?” Stiles chuckled with his arms crossed.  

“No, I can’t.” You muttered angrily as you glanced at Melissa you way wiping away Derek’s sweat.  

“Derek Hale. Cora Hales big brother and has an Uncle called Peter. The family died in a fire 12 years ago.” You muttered as you stared at the man.  

“How do you know that?” Stiles asked suspiciously.  

“Laura used to babysit me…” You whispered sadly as you remembered hearing about her death nearly 2 years ago.  

“Derek probably doesn’t remember me. We only met once or twice.” You snorted as you remembered the huge crush you used to have on him.  

“I used to have a huge crush on him. He’s grown a lot since I saw him so I didn’t recognise him until you said his name.” You muttered as you remembered all the times Laura teased you.  

“Why does everyone seem to like Derek Hale!?” Stiles grumbled childishly.  

“Because he’s hot.” You, Melissa, Ethan and Jackson said at the same time.  

“Objectifying a man while he’s passed out from blood loss. Classy, Y/N.” You heard a gruff voice mumbled. You looked down to see Derek with one eye open.  

“I was taught by the best.” You chuckled before you felt an arm wrap around you. You looked to see Stiles glaring at Derek who raised an eyebrow at you.  

“No, we’re not dating!” You snapped at him but he sent you a smirk.  

“Shut up, I don’t need your opinionated facial expressions, Hale.” You huffed as Stiles snorted next to you, before kissing your temple affectionately  

“You grew up.” Derek huffed  

“I feel old.” He added making you laugh.  

“So who runs the pack?” You asked softly as you glanced at Stiles. Stiles raised an eyebrow at you as if asking how you’d know that a pack needs a leader.  

“I read a lot of werewolf romance novels, okay? Don’t judge me!” You huffed with a blush as everyone laughed at you.  

“That would be me.” Scott chuckled but his answer had your jaw hitting the floor.  

“Scott McCall is an Alpha?” You gasped.  

Months after finding out you’d been accepted into the pack as another human member. You had settled in with everyone else, you finally stopped caring about fake friends and pretending to be someone else.  

You were currently sat at a pack meeting with Scott talking away about a pack that had asked permission to pass through. You’d zoned out to stare at Stiles who was sat next to Scott with a serious expression. He ran his hands through his hair before biting his lip in what looked to be stressed out manner.  

Once the meeting was over you grabbed yourself a water from Derek’s kitchen with a sigh. You wanted to tell Stiles how you felt but you had no idea how. Maybe you should just kiss him? Or jump his bones?  

You laughed at the thought, earning a raised eyebrow from Derek who had come to put the coffee pot on. You shot him a grin before skipping back to the living room. The pack were setting up a film so you sought out Stiles, spotting him sat in the corner of one of the couches.  

You sat on his knee then looked up at him with a smile which he returned. You decided while the pack was busy you’d make your move. You leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips before turning to the film with a blush creeping up your neck. However, as you finally started calming your heart, you were picked up.  

“We’ll be back in a minute.” Stile stated as he carried you to the kitchen bridal style.  

“Wanna tell me what just happened?” Stile asked seriously which honestly scared you.  

“I-I kissed you?” You supplied, though it came out more like a question.  

“Why?” He asked just as seriously as before.  

“Because I like you…if not m-more than th-that…” you stuttered your blush coming back tenfold. Just as you were about to get down Stiles cupped both your cheeks and planted a passionate kiss on your lips before pulling back and gazing into your eyes.  

“Thank god. I’ve wanted to do that for forever.” Stiles sighed before placing another kiss on your lips.  

“Would you do the honour of being my official girlfriend?” Stiles muttered with a small hopeful smile.  

“I would love to Sti.” You giggled happily.  

[asordinaryppl]

A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 24: The Things You Have To Do

eng proofreading by myuntachis!

Sakyo: … Is that good?

Gaku: It’s perfect! Oh, man~! Thanks!

Gaku: Lots of the members of my club watch this anime, they’re gonna be SO jealous!

Sakyo: The boxing was also depicted pretty realistically.

Gaku: Ah! I’d also like a handshake!

Sakyo: I don’t mind but, you’re exaggerating now…

Gaku: Omi-nii, take a pic!

Omi: Yeah, I’ll do that.

Sakyo: You sure we can make a pro do that?

Omi: Ahaha, well, since we have the chance.

Kai: Omi-nii, is this much soy sauce okay?

Omi: Yeah, that's good.

Kai: By the way, that anime is popular in my club too.

Kai: Everyone was surprised when I told them an acquaintance of mine appeared as a voice actor.

Kai: So, I’d like one more autograph to display in the rugby club’s room… And dad said he wants one too, so make that two more autographs…

Omi: Hey now–

Sakyo: I don’t mind. It’s a small price to pay for the dinner you guys are making for me.

Omi: But still.

-

Kai: I’m sorry for serving you such simple dishes…

Sakyo: Nah, this is more than enough. You take after your brother in the cooking department, huh?

Omi: You can take a seat over there, Sakyo-san.

Sakyo: Thanks.

Omi: Again, thank you so much for making time to come to my family home.

Omi: Though, I told them I’d just bring the autographs myself…

Gaku: I mean, if I got a chance to hear that voice live, of course I’d ask for it~!

Gaku: He was just a guest actor, but everyone agrees his character was the best!

Sakyo: You started uni this year, didn’t you?

Gaku: Yes! I’ve been doing boxing since high school, so I joined my uni’s boxing club too!

Gaku: I was a senior till last year, but now I’m suddenly one of the youngest members, the transition’s been rough~

Kai: You’re the kinda kid seniors love doting on, so it’s fine. You didn’t even feel like a senior last year.

Gaku: That is SO not true! My juniors all cried and said they’d miss me when I graduated, I was a good and proper senior to ‘em!

Gaku: Oh!

Gaku: That reminds me, I gotta treat ‘em sometime, as thanks for helping Omi-nii with that thing he’s been looking into–

Sakyo: What’s he been looking into?

Omi: It’s no big deal. Kai, shouldn’t you be thinking about finding a job soon?

Kai: Right. Maybe I should ask if I can join Sakyo-san’s company…

Sakyo: We’re… not exactly the most ethical place.

Kai: But it’s amazing how both of you can juggle your day jobs and performing for the theater company~

Gaku: I’ve got my club activities and reports, and I’m going crazy. How do you manage?

Sakyo: … You gotta make sure to not spend a single moment of your life half-heartedly.

Sakyo: As you grow older, the things you hafta do even though you don’t want to keep increasing, but that doesn’t mean you should give up on the things you want to do.

Sakyo: And when you find something you want to do, you must go at it with full strength.

Sakyo: The only way to get to doing what you actually want to do is by giving it your all on the things you don’t want to do.

Gaku: Gotta do what you don’t wanna do, huh… That hit right where it hurts~

-

Omi: Thank you so much for today. And for what you said before–

Sakyo: Sure.

Omi: I respect how you don’t neglect your work at Ginsenkai, you balance everything and still manage to work as a voice actor along with everything else you want to do.

Sakyo: It’s exactly because there are things I want to do that I'm able to work so hard.

Sakyo: What’s something you want to put your everything into doing, Fushimi?

Omi: ——

Omi: I understand that, just like Banri said, I have to find something to help me break out of my shell as an actor…

Omi: But the truth is, there’s something else bothering me currently.

Omi: I was told I’m being a hypocrite, and I’m not sure if it’s something I can solve. But I just can’t seem to stop thinking about it.

Sakyo: Then, isn’t that what you want to do most, right now?

Sakyo: If there’s something you really want to do, you should do it.

Sakyo: Keep turning away from the things you want to do, and your 20s will pass in the blink of an eye.

Sakyo: And those things will keep haunting you. Take it from someone with experience.

Omi: … You’re right.

Sakyo: The reason no one in the Autumn Troupe, myself included, is saying anything about your challenge, is because we know you’re not the type of person to slack off on this sorta thing.

Sakyo: What all of us wish for you is to do something that you truly want to do, even if it’s something difficult.

Omi: Something I truly want to do…

Omi: … Sakyo-san, there’s something I’d like to talk to you and the rest of the Autumn Troupe about when we get back to the dorm.

Sakyo: … You sure take your time when you have to ask for help.

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[fiddleturnips]

Bonding

This is an excerpt from a larger, incomplete chapter.

Stanley slammed the door on his way out. He didn't really have anywhere else to go, though, so he didn't go anywhere. He sat on the porch and smoked, staring at these unfamiliar Northwest mountains and thinking about how stupid it was that this dumb argument had apparently lasted decades.

Stan was on his second cigarette when Fiddleford came out. Stan didn't turn around, but he could tell it was him. His steps were trying to be heavy, but he probably weighed half what any Pines did including their Ma, and was barefoot besides. He stomped unmenacingly over and sat on the stair beside Stan.

"Can I bum one of those," he said. He was glaring out at the woods like he wanted to punch the whole mountain range in it's big stupid face.

Stan tapped one out and passed it. He shared his flame. Fiddleford took a huge drag that doubled the volume of his chest and hissed it out.

"Trouble in Paradise?" Stan joked.

"Thought I'd finally talked some sense into that man," Fiddleford snapped. "Always gotta be the smartest in the room, with his twelve cotton-pickin doctorates and his one man research grant, don't he get you can't solve everything with just smarts."

Stan suddenly decided he liked this guy. "Yeah. Yeah, it's always, oOooh, if I'm the biggest genius they ever saw then they have to crown me the king of fucking France or whatever. Everything that goes right, it's 'cause he was just better. Anything goes wrong was a fluke. Like, geeze, man, maybe if your entire future rested in a seventeen year old's ability to break the laws of physics it's the system that's the problem, y'know?"

"EXACTLY!" Fiddleford flung his arms out. It almost hit Stan in the face. "He did good in school, and I'm real happy for him, I really am! But it's like, we were in the same classes, and goshdurn it, I was better than him! So what's this magical force what makes him think everyone who didn't get where he did just didn't try hard enough?"

Fiddleford was starting to lose him now, but Stan got the impression the guy needed to vent from how loud it was coming out, so he didn't say anything.

"I tried, Doctor Stanford Pines, I tried till it almost killed me, and then I help you try til that almost kills me too! Maybe your dreams ain't worth all that!"

"Oh, yeah. And, like, maybe your dreams ain't everyone else's dream, too," Stanley said. It probably wasn't a fair thought, but it was one that came on him all the time in motels and WalMart parking lots: what the hell were dreams worth, if you went one way and he went the other and neither of you ever got to see each other again?

Fiddleford glanced over and huffed a smokey laugh. "Truth. Not sure how many daddies and doctor types need to hear that." Fiddleford wrinkled his nose. "Ack, forgot how foul these are."

"Then why'd you bum one?"

"Hoping to trick myself into thinking it was something stronger, I guess," he said, scraping out the lit end on the porch and leaving it in case Stan wanted the other half.

Stan side-eyed him. "You payin'?"

Fiddleford looked over at him in surprise. Then down.

Stan was peeking a baggie out of his inner coat pocket. It wasn't much, maybe half an ounce, and it was cheap shit. But hey. A sale's a sale.

Fiddleford didn't even ask. He just pulled a fifty, threw it at Stan, and snatched the bag. Stan passed him a box of rolling paper, and Fiddleford rolled first one, than a second, out with astonishing dexterity.

"Shit, you know your stuff."

"I had a social life in school."

He offered one to Stan, who lit them both up. Fiddleford lay back on the porch and sighed deeply.

"So. What's the story here?" Stan asked.

"Oh, Stanford's my best friend," Fiddleford said. "And as much as I hate to say it, your brother really is all that. Not only the biggest genius I ever met, but one of the best academics to boot. Brains alone don't get degrees."

"And now, uh, what's going on?"

"Oh, right. Sorry, we've been awful." Fiddleford sat up and occipied his hands by making more joints, resting his own on the stair between tokes. "Doctor Pines is here on grant money he got after groundbreaking solo research and a very impressive proof of concept at a conference a few years back. Now, I don't suppose you'd know much about academic politics, Mister Pines, but that is what we call a very big deal, especially when you look at what they gave him. And if I'm being completely frank, it's not primarily the work that's good. The man could convince the board to dig a canal in Arizona."

"What? Sixer?" Stanley laughed. He noticed, but didn't quite register Fiddleford's flinch at the name. "Guy never took a date to a school dance in his life."

"Maybe he ought've asked more funding admins."

Stanley chuckled. The weed was definitely helping.

"Anyhow, part of what he was doing here was building this big -" Fiddleford sucked from his joint, gestured lamely, lost his words - "I don't know how to describe it in plain speak. It's a doohickey."

"A doohicky."

"Portal, let's say. Real spaceman bullhockey. Let's just say, me'n him are close on the only ones as could do it, this stuff is mathematically on the edge of impossible."

"You an him, huh?"

"Oh, alright," Fiddleford said, grinning, rolling out the last of his little arts and crafts project. "Me. I'm the only one could build it. I weren't lying when I said I'm better'n him."

Stan coughed laughing. "Got a big head on your shoulders?"

"Hardly. I'm an engineer. Not an academic."

"Yeah, yeah. Smart guys. Look, I'm just a schlub."

Fiddleford's face fell. "Sorry, I don't mean that- oh, shucks, my wife always warned me I gotta watch what I say about that sort of thing. I didn't mean nothing by it. Having brains don't measure a man's worth, I know that more'n most."

"Aw, it's nothing," Stan said, made big-hearted and quick to forgive by the drugs. "You're good in my book."

Fiddleford was out of weed. He tucked what he'd made back into the bag and sealed it. When he gazed out at the woods this time, his anger had softened to irritation. "Anyway, I come out here to help him with his work. And believe me, it's good. He's got a one-of-a-kind opportunity here. But Stanford Pines is one of those Victorian types says discovery is all about taking risks, and let's just say when he takes risks I always seem to be the one who ends up with something broke."

"Aw man. I'm sorry. Seriously."

"First there was the Grenloblin, which is a horrid creature, by the way, then that cat-tannin' shapeshifter he kept as a pet even when it began to talk to us-"

"Wait, what?"

"And the gnome debacle keeps coming back to bite us, can't keep the windows sealed tight enough,"

"Gnomes?"

"And then that FUCKING demon."

Fiddleford abruptly stopped talking. He took another toke. His free hand was clenched into a shaking fist. Stan stared.

"What do you guys research, exactly?"

"Anomalies," said Fiddleford.

"Like, what, two-headed calves and shit?"

"That'd work. But Gravity Falls has gnomes."

"Little men in red hats."

"Little men in red hats."

"You're shitting me."

"I swear to you I am not."

"Don't suppose the bud went bad..."

"You'll see in the morning. I'll show you."

"You just described a bunch of dangerous shit. And also gnomes, I guess. Do I want to see it all?"

"Believe me, the most 'dangerous shit' is in this house."

Stanley, being an idiot but not that much of an idiot, was about to press him further. They were interrupted by the door, though, and his dumb brother's disapproval.

"Are you two smoking cannabis?" Ford demanded. Stanley chuckled at how much he sounded like a pearl-clutching old woman.

"Yes we are, and you're partaking," Fiddleford said, pulling out a joint. "We're making up for lost time, come on."

Stanford glared daggers. "I am not."

Fiddleford fell back on the porch, stretched his legs out in front of him, and stared upside-down up at Stanford.

"You owe meeeeeeee."

Stanford kept glaring. Then he glared at Stanley, who shrugged.

"Did you bring this?" Ford snapped.

"Technically, but I didn't offer. He asked."

Fiddleford wiggled the outstretched joint.

Stanley had no idea the look on Stanford's face was, aside from uncomfortable, but the guy relented. He stepped forward, sat as far as he could from the other two, and gingerly picked up the joint. Stan tossed him the lighter, knowing very well that he wouldn't have his own. The other boys laughed at him when he struggled to get it lit right.

"Don't worry, Doctor Pines, I'm here for you," said Fiddleford in a fond, dreamy voice.

"Very reassuring, thank you," Stanford growled.

It was endearing. It was, hell, it was cute. Despite the blow-up inside, Stan was kind of... glad? that Stanford had apparently made an actual, honest-to-god friend.

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Bidding Love // Stray Kids Hwang Hyunjin

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y/n nervously awaited for Hyunjin to get home after his schedule for that day. Today was a rare occasion since Hyunjins schedule ended a little around 6pm and y/n asked for a couple days off from work. They had been dating for a while, but tonight was special. It was their 3 year anniversary and today was the day they were going to share an intimate experience together for the very first time.

When Hyunjin arrived around 7pm, you decided to touch up your hair and make up as Hyunjin got ready so both of you could go to the dinner reservation Hyunjin picked out weeks in advance. Coming out of the bathroom, Hyunjin was dressed in a dark grey button up shirt with black dress pants and his hair up in a ponytail. You really couldn’t believe how Hyunjin was yours, this man who everyone wanted but he chose you. On the outside you’d think he’d be a somewhat of a lady’s man, a guy that has a lot of girls, a new girlfriend every couple of weeks. His social circle was mostly girls so you’d think that about him. But you couldn’t be further from the truth, actually Hyunjin is more of a romantic, before you he had maybe two or three girlfriends but that was when he was still in school, way before debuting.

But as you locked eyes with Hyunjin, his smile lighted up the room as he looked at you “wow” his eyes looked at you as a whole, traveling down to your hand looking at the bracelet he gifted you when you both became a couple exactly 3 years ago. Your dress that was in that shade of burgundy that he really liked. “Hey beautiful” Hyunjin approached you, not breaking eye contact. Distracted, you reached behind you taking out a small gift bag with a red rose sticking out. “It’s small but I know you’ll love it” Hyunjin looked at you tilting his head then kissed your cheek. “I also have your present but do you mind if we open them at the restaurant?” With a smile you nod.

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At this point you both already ate and we’re just talking about your day and other things. “Look at that view” Hyunjin follows your gaze to the open view from the top of the balcony when your table was at. Hyunjin wanted to have everything perfect for the night, knowing you love open places and a pretty view he somehow got the restaurant to prepare a table on their balcony even tho they don’t allow that there. “It’s so pretty” you say, “I know right” Hyunjin says while looking at you. You snap back to reality and look at Hyunjin who now was pretending to loot at something in the distance so you wouldn’t catch him staring at you. “Present time!” You say reaching out for Hyunjins gift. “Open yours first” Hyunjin reaches over and grabs the gift from your hands. And you do the same as he gives you yours. Hyunjin takes his time reading the letter you wrote, you swear you saw his eyes have a little bit of a layer of tears but he somehow managed to not let a tear fall. You smiled warmly at the site as he opened the gift, it was a hair clip, to be exact it was a hair clip that his grandma used to wear a lot. It wasn’t the exact same one she used to own but it was the same one. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he looked up at you with now teary eyes “how did you-“ he couldn’t even finish the question from the shock. “I talked to your mom, it’s not the same one she had but I found the exact one” you smiled at him “oh my god y/n… th-thank you” he got up and hugged you.

“Please open your gift” Hyunjin said as he held onto the hair clip. As you opened the gift you came across a similar hair clip to the one you got him “well… you see, I was on this page that auctions off stuff and found the exact same hair clip my grandma wore, I thought of you and how it’ll look pretty on you so I tried to bid for it… as you can see I didn’t win it as the other bidder bid $58-“ you cut him off “$586 dollars?” You both look at eachother. “Did you…” you both laughed at eachother. “Omg that was you!? Hey I gotta give it to you, you bid till the last second and beat me” Hyunjin said laughing.

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[canonicallysoulmates]

J2 Gold Panel Charlotte con 2023

Before we get into this panel quick psa that this con took place while the actors union, SAG-AFTRA, is on strike. This means the boys cannot directly name past, present, or future projects. For the sake of clarity I will be mentioning projects the boys are referring to by name but please be aware that the boys themselves did not do that they complied with strike regulations.

Jensen had a mustache this con. I don't know how I feel about it. I also don't know how I feel about the shirt he was wearing, it makes me think about those lime popsicles they sell.

Anyways...Jared mentions that the shirt he is wearing is going to be auctioned to charity later on in the day. The shirt he's wearing is the one he wore to SDCC for the last ever SPN panel and Jensen says if he's giving it away he wants it and Jared replies he'll send him the link 😂

And then Jensen says it comes with a free spatula and I love Jared's reaction cause he gets so flustered, he even admits he was not expecting that, and tells Jensen they gotta do it together and Jensen at first is like I'm not doing that, and Jared still flustered tells him not the spatula but the other thing meaning Family Feud. That when the world gets back at it they should do some stuff about some things.

For those that might be confused Jared had filmed an episode of Family Feud a while back that aired recently and one of the questions in the game was to name an item from the kitchen a couple might bring into the bedroom, and he was the person in his team who answered and said spatula.

Questions!

The first fan asks Jensen if they could sing a bit of Simple Man. Jensen says no that they're not taking requests, it's not karaoke morning.

So the fan asks another question: Was Jensen ever bullied as a child, and do his children experience bullying? If so, how did he get through it?

He was when he was in middle school. He was around 12 or 13, maybe 14, and he got the shit beat out of him for a good several months, and he never talked to anybody he didn't tell any adults and his friends knew but they were too scared to do anything so what he did, and he says this isn't advice it's just his experience, was that he found an upperclassman one of those scary guys with rumors of him carrying weapons to school, befriended him, and asked him to help him deal with his bully. And the guy did, he went up to Jensen's bully and basically told him touch him again and I'll kill you.

As for his kids, recently JJ was getting picked on by a young boy in her class and at first he thought 'Oh it's because he likes you' (no, Jensen, no) but she waited till it escalated to a point where they got called in by the faculty and they're the ones who brought it to their attention she hadn't mentioned it to them beforehand. And his first reaction was 'how bad could it be? he probably has a crush on her or something' (again, no Jensen no) but that wasn't the case, and his initial reaction as a father was to get angry at the little boy but he found out that the kid was coming from an unfortunate situation and he felt really bad and wanted to get him help.

Jared has also dealt with bullying as well as his kids. He says he got injured a lot as a kid whether by bullies or accidents. Those physical injuries hurt more at the time but they went away mental injuries however have a longer-lasting effect. His sons have been bullied by other kids and he has told them to stand up for themselves cause they can either get bullied hard once or get bullied forever. And a big thing is that it's difficult for a kid to understand but to remember and try to help kids understand that hurt people hurt people. x

Under the current circumstances have they been doing any extra babysitting lately? Of course, it would be a man asking this question, and in such an incredibly outdated way 🙄 This is that person's way of asking if they have been spending more time taking care of their kids.

They both reply so much. Jared says he had a talk with G the other day that he has worked so hard for 23 years professionally to become an actor and he got really good at being valuable on set but he's only had 11 years of opportunity to get good at the parenting side of things and for many of those years he was in Van so he's still a white belt but he's eager, he's earnest, he's a sponge ready to learn.

He tells a story about how the kids are in school now but a month or two ago, possibly even longer around March or April, G had something to do and asked if he could watch the kids till 3pm. So she leaves, he wakes up the kids, gives them breakfast, and basically they end up playing in the pool till 3 o'clock rolls around and G arrives home. And when she gets there she asks them if they had fun and then asks what they had for lunch, and Jared was confused cause he hadn't realized it was already 3 and past lunchtime. He forgot to feed the kids lunch so he's still learning.

Jensen says the other day D was leaving and his daughter asked her if daddy was babysitting them, and she replied that it's not babysitting he's their father and asked what is it when she's around and the kid replied well you're mom and she said exactly he's just dad it's not babysitting he's just taking care of his children. I agree with the statement 1,000%. x

What does Jensen put on his hair to help with the frizz?

Jared jokes that it's an expression of their inner self, he's kinda greasy and gnarly and Jensen is very soft and smooth. He also says he used hotel shampoo and put on a beanie and then Victoria took care of him, and that he hasn't had a haircut in around 5 to 6 months but she makes him seem somewhat human. x

If Jensen had to do it all over again would he spend his time on Days of Our Lives, and is it something he would recommend to other people trying to break into the industry?

100%, He says that was his training ground, he didn't go to a proper school or get properly trained but there he learned things that he doesn't think they would even teach you in certain acting schools like hitting your mark, finding your light, understanding how to navigate personalities. That show had 30 actors and everyone had a different personality and you have to navigate that to survive, so that was such a valuable experience for him. He talks about it all the time, and it's such a great gig for actors, says that when he left that show in 2000 he always thought to himself that if he went out and it didn't happen he would 100% go running back to that cause it was so great.

The fan mentions that in Q&A's colleagues of his have mentioned things like community theater but none have mentioned soap operas. He and Jared say that any kind of expression, of creating creative content whether on a stage, in front of a camera in your room with your friends, or reading a play all of that fuels something in you if that's something you strive to do, and Days for him was essentially his college it was his training ground for what he went on to do and he's forever thankful for it and he'll always praise them.

Jared adds that something he and Jensen learned in different ways and times- he loves theater it's different doing the version they ended up doing cause if you're doing a play you get 3 months to rehearse but doing something like where they started you learn really quickly you don't have all day, you don't have all hour, you might only have 5mins to get it done so that really helped when it was necessary when they were working together.

Jensen mentions he recently did a little part in a film and it was this big end scene with all the major players in the scene, and the sun was going down, and more importantly, there was a helicopter that was supposed to fly overhead and the shot had to time out with the helicopter coming and they only had two shots at it; it was a race to the finish and his coverage was left to the very end and everybody told him they were so sorry but they were only getting one or two goes at this and he was like that's cool, and he had to give a whole speech. He did both his takes, and he remembers the director was like 'I love television actors.' x

If they could be fluent in any instrument they do not play what would it be?

Jared says piano or bagpipe. He has a friend who went to Westpoint and was part of the marching band and he got to play for the royal family, he's amazing and he brought his bagpipe up to LA 20yrs ago and went out to the balcony to play, and after he plays a bit he turns and says thank you so Jared and his friends, who were sitting inside listening to him, go look and there were people gathered around to listen. He says it is so haunting and so visceral. Jensen says piano or accordion. x

I thought Jared could play piano cause he's played it before so I'm a little confused by him mentioning piano, but I figure he means he could play with more expertise 🤷‍♀️

Jared has saved so many people, does he have someone who has gotten him through something like that?

I'm just gonna directly quote the man: "Yeah, I'm standing next to him" 😭💗 That's beautiful.

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[your-fave-adopted-you]

I've been thinking about this all day so here you go.

listen. Yuu, but make her Haruhi from Ouran highschool host club.

(Also don't mind the word "potion" showing up 100000 times)

Guardian! School Staff and a fem!MC that transforms into a guy daily, in order to attend school.

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Ashton, Sam

TW : Crowley being questionable

afab! MC

Context : the NRC is an institution full of diversity! A place where people from all around the globe, with different social status and even people that aren't even human can study.

Not women tho.

For some reason, since you arrived there was no trace of female presence, not even within the school staff. This is a boys only school, ofc, the problem is that

you're not a boy.

Just the fact that you come from another world, and that the mirror didn't assign you to any dorm brought enough unwanted attention towards you.

Dire Crowley

The first one to know.

Because he was literally the first person you came across once you appeared.

Haha, sorry, but you can't stay here.

we don't even have girl uniforms!

but. you didn't choose to come here.

eventually, he gives in,

You can stay at Ramshackle and yadda yadda you know how it goes.

HOWEVER people shouldn't know about your true gender.

if it was known that a girl actually attended classes at Night Raven, then people would demand for more opportunities for female mages to study there!

but Crowley isn't planning on making it a co-ed any time soon.

He proposes that you take shapeshifting potions regularly, and live as boy, like everyone else.

At first you don't like this idea because, he's kinda conditioning you.

But you never actually cared that much about how others perceived you, gender-wise at least.

So you (reluctantly) accept this offer.

Also he will be your guardian in this world from now on, he's gotta keep an eye on you.

Even when everyone perceives you as a boy, he's very protective of you.

"Oh! y/n! my sweet little princess- PRINCE HAHA, YEAH i need another favor-"

stuff like this happens 20 times a day.

it doesn't matter if you're tall or petite, a tomboy or coquette. After week 1 he got VERY attached and now you're his sweet little princess.

mostly asks you to stay away from the leech bothers and some Savanaclaw students because he doesn't want to die of a heart attack.

Divus Crewel

ngl you got him fooled for a good few months.

he saw Crowley so eager to become your guardian for some reason... he couldn't let that happen

sometimes being exposed to other ✨Magic chemicals✨ and stuff like that during class can mess a little with the shapeshifting potion you took earlier.

Some days you'll look a little shorter, your voice will be a little higher, stuff like that.

it's not till you call in sick one day that he notices.

you were NOT expecting visits at Ramshackle so you didn't take your potion today.

It would be lunch break by now and Crewel decided to bring you something warm from the cafeteria so you didn't have to get up and cook.

when he gets to your room guided by the ghosts you're covered in blankets and he could only see half your face.

it's weird, your features look ...softer today.

then you noticed he was there, and the moment you opened your mouth-

"pup... are you alright? you sound a little weird toda-"

then he sees some empty bottles on the floor, turns out grim likes to play with them.

"Y/n, is there something you want to tell me?"

Well, you've been caught.

You tell him about what Crowley told you when you originally got here.

He's a little mad but he understands it.

However, he's PISSED at the fact that he hadn't noticed earlier.

After that day he doesn't treat you any different, but he teaches you how to make those kind of potions from scratch (even if they last less) just in case.

Mozus Trein

He didn't know what it was but there was something you were hiding from him.

he's not an old fashioned [ women should stay at the kitchen and take care of the children ] kind of man, but an old fashioned [ women and men are different, and excel at different subjects even if they can technically do anything they put their minds on ] kind.

So sometimes in history class he noticed that his words could get... reactions out of you.

even if it's something as subtle as rolling your eyes, frowning two seconds or subtly scratching your nose with your middle finger as you looked away.

But one day he said something that just got under your skin. Something about women being historically and factually worse at this specific subject...

Where you only got straight A's.

so you confronted him after the lesson ended.

"But why are you so upset, y/n? it's only common knowledge, one day you'll know what I'm talking about."

"Oh but i do know."

as he raised an eyebrow you told him to go over to Ramshackle for some tea later.

Once he showed up you served him tea, you also brought some old graded tests and projects.

"Ah, yes, as applied as always i see, is this the reason you wanted me to come?"

"Actually i just wanted to prove you wrong about earlier."

Before he could ask, the potion's effects wore off.

the old man was DUMBFOUNDED.

???????????????

since WHEN-

was this some kind of prank??? WAIT IT WASN'T???

he's speechless for a solid 3 minutes.

"I see... I understand now."

Just like Crewel he won't treat you any different.

But you will notice from now on how he puts more care into his own words.

Ashton Vargas

Just like Crewel, he didn't suspect a thing.

if fact it takes him even longer to find out the truth.

you weren't exactly the best at P.E but you were alright, and you had very decent grades in general.

However he's certain that you should be in a better shape by now...

He got you training 24/7 and yet there's little to no change on your appearance.

He's not expecting you to look like him or anything but

you should've built some muscle mass by now ????

what he didn't know was that, behind closed doors, your actual body showed a HUGE improvement

but any time you shapeshifted to your male self, it would always look the same, since it's just an illusion.

one day you were taking too long in the changing room and before he could come in to check, you texted him.

this was URGENT you needed him to get a certain bottle from Ramshackle and bring it back here, leaving it by the door.

He's PANICKING because the potion doesn't even have a label. so he jumps to the conclusion that it's some kind of medicine that you need but didn't tell him about.

he feels SO GUILTY after having you exercising everyday

he doesn't even remember that you wanted him to leave it by the door so he comes in and-

you had already changed to your regular uniform. But you looked different.

"Wh- why are you so small???"

your uniform looked so big on you.

you had no option but to explain the situation.

he stays silent for a while and then- "Okay, i understand, it's just like one of my favorite legends! it's so motivating!"

he then proceeds to tell you about the entire plot of Mulan.

He won't treat you differently after that, but makes sure you get enough iron for when it's ... necessary.

Sam

not a guardian

But is the second one ever to discover what's going on with you.

Crowley sent you to get your potions, since they're fairly cheap, he will take care of that.

You made sure to go while everyone else was in class.

When you stepped in, at first Sam didn't assume anything.

It's not uncommon for some students to have fairly feminine features, like Epel or Lilia.

However one can usually tell the moment their voice is revealed.

You asked him for a shapeshifting potion and he had lots of them.

There's the ones that merfolk use to get legs and humans to get a tail and fins...

There's others that keep your face neat and perfect for hours.

There were this ones, (fairly popular on campus) that may interest you, they're pricey but you only have to take a few of them and it changes you permanently, it doesn't only affect your appearance but also your hormones.

And finally there's this ones that only last for a few hours and they're just an illusion.

it can turn you into anything you want, but it's effects are a little weak . It can wear off fast depending on your metabolism.

You only need it for your body and voice so it's okay.

Since he knows your little secret whenever you come to buy anything with your friends he will drop some hints, not enough for them to suspect anything but he will have a laugh or two by teasing you.

[liviavanrouge]

"Youngest" Sister

Livia: *Grumbles*

Azul: What's the matter?

Livia: My Papa gave me dragon printed pajamas.

Kalim and Epel: *Laughs, wide grins on their faces*

Livia: IT'S NOT FUNNY!!

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Silver: Want me to carry you?

Livia: I can walk

Shadow: Silver, she's obviously tired, carry her

Livia: I'm fine!!

Callisto: Let me do it, Silver might fall asleep

Livia: I can walk by myself, I'm not a clumsy toddler!!

Callisto: Up you go!

Livia: NOOOOOOOO!

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Livia: *Stomps her feet* I WANT MY NAP BLANKET! I DON'T WANT A NEW ONE!!

Golden: Awww Livy, it's in the washer right now

Maria: Why don't you use mines for now!

Kiara: Yeah Maria's has a similar cloth texture

Livia: ....fine...

Maria: That's our widdle sissy!!

Livia: *Gasps* DON'T CALL ME THAT

Maria: Sorry, kitten!

Livia: NOT THAT EITHER!!

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Golden: *Laughs* Livy has always been like that

Golden: She still eats cereal with a fork when her mind isn't fully awake~

Golden: She always pouts when she gets no milk when she scoops up cereal

Vil: Goldy baby...

Golden: *Chuckles* I'd reach over and wipe her mouth clean when she's done~

Vil: .....why do I feel insanely jealous right now?

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Livia: *Snores quietly, her head resting on the table, cake frosting around her mouth, her fork laying on the table*

Silver: *Wipes ger mouth with a napkin, a fond smile on his face* Livia, I'm not surprised...

Livia: Cake...

Silver: *Picks her up* Maybe next time, let's get you to bed...

Livia: *Yawns, Silver patting her back*

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Shadow: Can you all NOT spoil Livia!?

Silver: Shadow, you do the same thing

Shadow: Yeah, you right, anyway, Silver can you give her this diamond embedded bracelet to her

Silver: Of course, I was gonna give her these new fantasy and history books

Golden: Oh, I got her a new rapier, can you hand this off to her?

Maria: And I got her that book on mushrooms she wanted!

Silver: Of course, I'll deliver all of these, she'll enjoy them

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Maria: Poor Livia, she really wanted to go to that carnival...

Callisto: What carnival?

Silver: There was a carnival that came to the island, on the last day it suddenly rained and we couldn't go

Kuro: Livy shed a few tears then said it was okay and that she could wait till next time...

Callisto: There's a carnival at my school right now, grab her and let's go! Gotta keep our youngest sister happy!

Maria: *Beams* Alright!!!

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Kuro: *Cracks his back and sighs* Man!

Silver: She fell asleep on the way?

Kuro: She was heavy! I don't understand how you all can carry her!

Silver: Heavy?

Lilia: Livia is pretty light to me...

Kuro: You guys.....you all are insane, I swear to the sevens...

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Livia: Pranks!? We get to prank!?

Lilia: *Chuckles* My little girl, you can tell she's the youngest of my teenage kids, she loves her some chaos!

Livia: I AM NOT the youngest teenager of the family!

Lilia: Haha! She's in such denial~

Livia: IT'S THE FRICKING TRUTH!

Lilia: Language~~

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Silver: Isn't it Livias nap time, where is she?

Livia: *Walks in, rubbing her eyes*

Silver: *Looks at her* Ready for nap time?

Livia: *Blinks in confusion* Hm? I just woke up from nap time

Kiara: *Perks up surprised* HUH!?

Maria: Oh did widdle Livy read herself a bed time story and take her nap time, she's such a big girl now!!

Livia: .....is that an insult or a compliment?

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Vil: I can see why Livia gets babied and spoiled rotten...

Golden: *Laughs* She's the cutest thing isn't she!?

Vil: I have to agree, yes, she is quite adorable in a way...

Vil: *Sighs* Too adorable...

~~~~

Livia: *Lays asleep in her dragon onesie, hugging her nap blanket close*

Livia: *Turns over in her sleep* Silver...carry me...

Silver: *Walks over and picks Livia up, carrying her to her room*

Lilia: *Chuckles, watching them go*

~~~~

Livia: Don't ruffle my hair! I have pigtails in!!

Ralph: But you're just so cute~~

Livia: *Huffs*

Lilia: *Ruffles her hair chuckling* He's right, Livy~~

Livia: *Pouts, flicking her ears* Whatever...

@queen-of-twisted @yukii0nna @zexal-club @teddymochi

[an-ecu-harrypotter-au]

TPS Part 5: The Hogwarts Express

"Now son yer sure yer robes fit ya good? Ain't gonna be meltin down cause of em?"

Ah look in the mirror an see mahself in a set of school robes. Ah kinda bounce a bit.

"Why do Ah gotta wear 'em now?"

"So's ya don't ferget ta put 'em on. This a fancy school so's ya gotta follow their rules."

"Ohhh. Ah Pop. In that case Ah look real sharp! Ah'm ready fer Hogwarts!"

He pats mah shoulder smilin.

"Tha's mah boy! 11 years old an yer gonna be goin out on yer own adventures."

Ah go down ta the kitchen ta put the finishin touches on the tank fer Trevor. Pop an Ah get the last thangs together. Ah pick up mah trunk an' backpack an' Trevor's tank an we head out ta the car.

"Do ya got mah ticket, Pop?"

He smiles an nods.

"Got it right in mah pocket. Ah'mma give ya the ticket once we get ta the station."

"Ok."

Ah start fidgetin an look out the window.

Time Skip

Ah'm startin ta get a lil scared once we get ta the station. Pop parks the car an helps get mah stuff out. Ah see 'em lookin at me like he think somethin's wrong.

"Wha's wrong Pop?"

"Ya best be fixin ta get yer cryin out the way Toby. Ah know this' gonna be yer first time away from me so jus let out yer cryin now."

Ah try not ta cry... but Ah can't help it. Ah hug Pop an cry a little bit. He hugs me back.

"Ah'm givin ya money fer any snacks ya wanna eat on the train an yer ticket. Ya can send me letters anytime ya want. It'll take awhile but Ah promise ta send ya one back."

Ah'm still cryin an in a way Ah'm glad it's rainin. Ah like this type a rain cause it's all nice an cold. Calms me down.

"We's best be gettin on the platform before we get wet."

Ah follow Pop as we run inta the wall ta get on the platform.

"Whoa! Look Pop! Everybody's wearin robes!"

"Welcome ta the wizardin world son. This' jus how they dress which's why Ah had ya put 'em on before we left."

"Ya ain't gonna get in trouble fer not havin robes are ya Pop?"

"Nah. Wizardin folks know Ah ain't like 'em so they ain't gonna mind."

Ah see the train an hear a sound tha's like a mix a whistles an train wheels squeakin. Pop looks over at mah face an notices mah waterin' eyes.

"Doncha worry bout the train son. It'll sound loud at first but once ya give it a couple mins, yer gonna feel better."

Ah wipe mah eyes knowin Pop's makin sense. Ah can't really say anythang cause Ah'm tryna catch mah breath. Pop pats mah head an Ah start ta feel better.

"You's gonna be makin new friends Toby. Got yer frog, Trevor goin wit ya. Just gotta let out yer feelins an get on the train. Might run inta Pacer agin."

"Oh. Yer right Pop. Even though Ah ain't talked ta 'em fer long Ah think we could be good friends."

"Only way ta find out's ta get on the train."

"Ok Pop."

Ah get up close ta the train then stop. Mah mind goes blank an mah stomach feels tied up wit knots. But this time instead a bein' a scared kid it feels different. Ah think this' the first time Ah've ever felt real special. Maybe this' what Hogwarts' supposed ta be like.

"Watch yer step son. Jus gotta get on the train an you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Pop."

Ah make it ta the top an stand by the train window. Ah look back at Pop standin on the platform. Mah face is full a excitement an a flood of feelins. Mah stomach starts ta hurt real bad.

"Bye Pop! Ah love ya!"

"Bye son. Love ya too."

Ah try ta keep a straight face an keep watchin' mah Pop as the train pulls outta the station while gainin' speed.

"Trevor. Are we gonna be ok?"

He looks at me with his froggie eyes and ribbits. Ah try not ta cry agin.

"Thanks Trevor. We's gonna be great then. Ah wonder if Pacer's somewhere on the train."

Ah hear somebody clear their throat. Ah turn round ta see the train man lookin at me.

"Need help? I'll show ya how to find a seat."

"Well. Ok."

Ah follow the man through the train till Ah find a special train room.

"Thank ya sir."

Ah sit down knowin it's time ta close mah eyes an take a deep breath. Mah head leans against the train window as the train rattles down the tracks. Mah stomach starts to hurt real bad, like real bad... But Ah'm on the way to Hogwarts.

Time Skip

"Hello. My name is Jacklin. Jacklin Gryffindor. May I sit here with you?"

Ah peek out one eye an see a girl bout mah age lookin at mah face. She's got very pale skin an almost white hair. Mah stomach's still turnin' somersaults in mah gut.

"Oh, Ah guess so... Mah name's Toby Kwimper."

Ah notice that 'er eyes're still on mah face. She opens 'er mouth ta say somethin, then stops an jus stares at mah face.

"Is this your first time on the Hogwarts Express? You look like you have motion sickness."

"Uh yeah...how'd ya know?"

"When I got on the train I saw a few other first year students get sick."

"Oh. Well Ah'm not just gettin' sick, Ah'm gettin' real sick. Would ya maybe have somethin' ta settle mah stomach? Do ya know any spells?"

Ah feel sick nough ta puke. She sits down in front a me.

"Well I do know something. Try to focus on me, Toby."

"But mah stomach's turnin' and hurtin' real bad. Ah'm gonna puke."

Ah clutch mah stomach an look at Jacklin. Her eyes seem ta be drawin' me in.

"Just take deep breaths."

Ah slowly put mah hands out an we grab each other's hands. We jus look at each other's faces an try ta think about somethin' else.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

The pain's gone. Ah can still feel mah stomach movin, but it's stopped hurtin'.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Ah look at 'er an give 'er a little smile.

"That's lovely to hear, Toby. If you don't mind I think we try to distract ourselves. Let's talk about our wands."

Ah dig it outta mah pocket an take a good look at it.

"Awright. What d'ya wanna know?"

"Is it an English Oak wand? What's the core?"

"Yeap, it's got a unicorn hair in it. That means it's good right?"

"Oh yes. This type of wood was supposedly used to make Merlin's wand. Wizards who use this wand have to have strong intuition, and tend to like nature. You might end up becoming really good with our classes that focus on plants and magical creatures."

Ah feel mahself noddin but Ah don't really get everythang she's sayin.

"Oh yeah Pop called mah wand the wand a intuition."

Ah smile an have warm, fuzzy feelins in mah brain tha's makin' me feel good fer a change. Jacklin takes out 'er wand.

"This is Holly wood with a Veela hair core."

"Wha's a Veela?"

"Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine like the moon. They're native to Bulgaria which is in Eastern Europe. When we get angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders. My mother, who moved to the UK after she married my father, can do that but since I'm only half-Veela I can't."

"But wha's that mean bout the core a the wand?"

"Veela hair are only used for wizards with Veela heritage. They would otherwise make a wand very hard to use since Veela are prone to anger. My mother used one of her hairs to make my wand when I first got my letter in October."

Ah look at 'er wit big surprised eyes.

"Are ya dangerous?"

"Since I'm part Veela, I'm always trying to keep my powers under control. Veela have the ability to hypnotize most people attracted to girls when we dance since we're mostly female."

Mah stomach's rumblin' still, but Ah'm more scared a lookin' at 'er eyes now that Ah know what they can do. Ah hear 'er sigh.

"Veela magic is a curse. You never know who your real friends are. Even when we're not dancing, our magic creates an almost irresistible charm like the Sirens where they would feel the need to impress us by doing dangerous things."

Ah notice her skin seems ta look perfect. She ain't got bruises or paper cuts on 'er hands like Ah do. Ah wish Ah could comfort 'er an Ah don't want 'er ta feel so bad. After a bit, Ah start ta think about somethin'.

"Hey! Yer lips don't look perfect. There's a crack right in the middle of one of 'em!"

"Where?"

Ah point ta 'er lip an the little crack in the middle.

"Right there. See it?"

She looks at 'er reflection in the window.

"They do look a bit chapped. But wait. Does this mean that you don't feel affected by my magic?"

"Nah. Least Ah don't think Ah do cause now that Ah'm seein yer dry lips tha's all Ah can focus on."

She looks away from the window.

"I see. I didn't realize they were that dry."

Ah'm glad Ah was able ta find somethin' that ain't perfect bout her.

"See ya ain't so perfect! Perfect girls ain't got cracked lips."

"In that case, I should probably buy a bottle of pumpkin juice when the Honeydukes trolley passes by."

Ah look at 'er, an Ah wanna laugh. Ah dunno why since Ah know it probly ain't that funny.

"Wha's pumpkin juice good fer?"

"Anything to drink should help add moisture to my lips. The trolley on this train only has pumpkin juice to drink since we're going to have a feast when we get to Hogwarts."

Mah eyes look real big cause Ah sure ain't knowed we's gonna eat a lotta food.

"Feast?"

"Oh. Don't you have feasts where you're from, Toby?"

"Not at mah school. Sometimes we got pizza days but then on the last day a school we get this hotdog day. Sure ain't a feast cause we'd only get one hotdog an a bag a Fritos or Pringles. Ya know those small little bags they give ya cause the school jus ain't got a lotta money..."

Ah jus start ramblin bout mah old school an not realize Ah'm talkin bout nothin.

"Are you autistic Toby?"

"Uh huh."

"I think that might explain why you're not affected by my Veela magic."

Ah turn mah head a bit cause that don't make sense.

"How come?"

"I'm not sure since not everyone with autism seems to be affected the same way. It’s very rare to even have any immunity to Veela magic as it is."

"An yer sayin' Ah'm the only person that ain't affected by yer magic?"

"Outside of my family, yes. I’m not sure if there’s anyone else who wouldn’t be affected by it."

Ah look out da window while smackin mah hands gainst mah seat.

"We nearly at Hogwarts yet?"

"I think we have another hour before we get there. Do you want anything from the trolley?"

Ah remember mah stomach's rumblin a bit.

"Yeah. Ah think Ah could go fer pumpkin juice. Ah don't wanna be gettin cracked lips too."

The trolley lady appears an Ah try ta get mah wizardin money.

"Anythin off the trolley dears?"

"Yes, ma'am. One of dem pumpkin juices if ya got it."

"And for you?"

"I want two everything please."

Jacklin's gotta be rich if she can get all 'em snacks an pumpkin juice too. Ah dunno if Ah'd be able ta eat anythang at the feast.

"Tha'll be 12 sickles love."

Ah try ta count out tha money an hand it ta her.

"Thank ya ma'am."

"And tha'll be 2 galleons dear."

"Of course."

Ah see Jacklin give 'er 2 gold coins. She gives us everythang we asked fer.

"Enjoy!"

"Thank you, Ms. Mason."

She walks past us wit 'er cart.

"Have you ever had anything from Honeydukes before, Toby?"

Ah shake my head, droolin' an starvin' an waitin' impatiently, like a baby might act.

"No matter. Ms. Mason is a lovely woman. She makes all of the pumpkin turnovers herself. Do you know what that is?"

"Nah. We ain't even got a cart fer snacks. We don't drink pumpkin juice neither so Ah dunno how it tastes."

"I think it makes for a nice summer's drink. It seems to be popular here because it's sweet. It also goes well with a pumpkin turnover which isn't as sweet."

"So it ain't a pumpkin pie?"

She pulls out somethin small an Ah'm guessin tha's it.

"We normally don't eat pumpkin like that. In fact, pumpkins in general aren't typically eaten here in the UK which makes this a nice treat. I like to eat these while they're still warm."

"Ohhhh. Well Ah'll try the pumpkin juice an see how it tastes."

Ah smile at 'er then immediately take a big sip while she eats 'er turnover. The drink seems ta help mah hunger pangs.

"Thanks fer buyin all these snacks, Jacklin."

"You're welcome. I figure that you should learn about all of the different snacks that we have here. It makes for a nice conversation."

She pulls out a lil package.

"Have you ever tried a chocolate frog before, Toby?"

"Nah. Ah mean some people eat frogs where Ah'm from but they don't cover 'em in chocolate. They fry their legs. Ah don't eat 'em though cause... Ah got mah frog Trevor."

Ah open it up. A magical chocolate frog starts ta hop around.

"These ain't alive are they?"

"Of course not, Toby. These frogs are just chocolate shaped like ones."

Ah grab it an' start nommin' on mah chocolate frog like it's some kinda animal. It's meltin' in mah mouth.

"Thank ya."

"There’s the card that comes with it. The boys like to trade them when they collect these."

Ah look at the picture an read tha card.

"Which one did you get, Toby?"

"Ah dunno who Ah got but it says Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh that's Headmaster Dumbledore. We'll be meeting him today once we get to Hogwarts. You should keep it."

Ah feel real full an relaxed and tired, but Ah feel good. Ah smile up at her like one a those baby animals wit big eyes.

"Ya know, Ah feel like Ah ate mah favorite dinner an' then Ah ate mah dessert an then some mo' favorite dinner an then some mo dessert. Ah feel kinda... kinda full... A little... sleepy..."

Ah yawn a little, an' Ah lean against her until Trevor ribbits.

"What was that? Chocolate frogs never sound like real ones."

"Oh."

Ah look around t find tha sound. Ah see Trevor on tha floor an' Ah pick it up.

"Trevor started talkin' ta me."

"Is that your pet, Toby?"

"Uh huh."

Ah let Trevor sit on mah hand an' scratch tha back a his head. He likes tha way Ah'm scratchin' him. Ah wonder if he likes mah scratchin' better than tha others. He likes tha way Ah pet him. Ah notice Jacklin lookin at me.

"Wha's happened?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing happened, Toby. I was just thinking about you and your frog. I think the English oak was a good choice for your wand.

"Why's that?"

"Trevor seems to understand what you’re saying like he’s a person too. It really shows how connected you are with nature."

"Well tha's cause Trevor's smart like Ah am. He's talkin' ta me like he knew me real well ever since Ah got 'em. We're basically friends."

Ah say all that wit a serious face. Cause Ah mean it. Jacklin don't seem ta think Ah'm weird that Ah talk ta frogs.

"Well that's nice Toby."

Ah give Trevor a long and tender scratch along tha back an' tha back a his neck, an he seems ta like it. Ah look at Jacklin an Ah see the same kinda look in her eyes now too. She seems ta understand me a lil better all a sudden. Mah heart's flippin around. But Ah'm happy. Real happy.

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[deke-rivers-1957]

Toby Goes to Hogwarts

"Now son how's ya robes fittin ya? Ain't gonna be meltin down cause of em?"

Ah look in the mirror an see mahself in a set of school robes. Ah kinda bounce a bit.

"Ah look sharp! Ah'm ready fer Hogwarts!"

He pats mah shoulder smilin.

"That's mah boy! 11 years old an yer gonna be goin out on yer own havin adventures."

Ah go down ta the kitchen ta put the finishin touches on the tank fer Trevor. Pop an Ah get the last thangs together. Ah pick up mah trunk an' backpack an' Trevor's tank an we head out ta the car.

"Do ya got mah ticket, Pop?"

He smiles an nods.

"Got it right in mah pocket. Ah'mma give ya the ticket once we get ta the station."

"Ok."

Ah start fidgetin an look out the window.

Time Skip

Ah'm startin ta get a lil scared once we get ta the station. Pop parks the car an helps get mah stuff out. Ah see 'em lookin at me like he think somethin's wrong.

"Wha's wrong Pop?"

"You's best be fixin ta get ya cryin out the way Toby. Ah know this' gonna be yer first time away from me so jus let out yer cryin now."

Ah try not ta cry... but Ah can't help it. Ah hug Pop an cry a little bit. He hugs me back.

"Ah'm givin ya money fer lil snacks an yer ticket. Ya can send me letters anytime ya want. It'll take awhile but Ah promise ta send ya one back."

Ah'm still cryin an in a way Ah'm glad it's rainin. Ah like this type a rain cause it's all nice an cold.

"We's best be gettin on the platform before we get wet."

Ah follow Pop as we run inta the wall ta get on the platform. Ah'm a lil upset Ah started cryin in front a people but Ah keep on goin', hopin' Pop'll think Ah'm brave.

"Jus be brave, Toby. Ah know this'll be hard at first but it'll be ok."

Ah see the train an hear a sound tha's like a mix a whistles an train wheel squeak. Pop looks over at mah face an notices mah lil' waterin' eyes.

"Doncha worry bout the train son. It'll sound loud at first but once ya give it a couple mins, yer gonna feel better."

Ah wipe mah eyes knowin Pop's makin sense. Ah can't really say anythang cause Ah'm tryna catch mah breath. Pop pats mah head an Ah start ta feel better.

"You's gonna be makin new friends Toby. Got yer frog, Trevor goin wit ya. Just gotta let out yer feelins an get on the train."

"Oh-Ok, Pop."

Ah wanna make sure Ah'm gonna find mah way on that train, seein' as how Ah'm not so good wit trains normally. Mah mind goes blank an mah stomach feels tied up wit knots. But this time instead of bein' a scared kid it feels different. Ah think this' the first time Ah've ever felt real special. Maybe this' what Hogwarts' supposed ta be like.

"Watch yer step son. Jus gotta get on the train an you'll be fine."

"Thanks, Pop."

Ah make it ta the top an stand by the train window. Ah look back at Pop standin on the platform. Mah face is full a excitement an a flood of feelins. Mah stomach starts ta hurt real bad.

"Bye Pop! Ah love ya!"

"Bye son. Love ya too."

Ah try ta keep a straight face an keep watchin' mah Pop as the train pulls outta the station while gainin' speed.

"Trevor. Are we gonna be ok?"

He looks at me with his froggie eyes and ribbits. Ah try not ta cry agin.

"Thanks Trevor. We's gonna be great then."

Ah hear somebody clear their throat. Ah turn round.

"Need help? I'll show ya how to find a seat."

"Well. Ok."

Ah follow the man through the train till Ah find a special train room.

"Thank ya sir."

Ah sit down knowin it's time ta close mah eyes an take a deep breath. Mah head leans against the train window as the train rattles down the tracks. Mah stomach starts to hurt real bad, like real bad... But Ah'm on the way to Hogwarts.

Time Skip

"Hello. My name is Jacklin. Jacklin Gryffindor. May I sit here with you?"

Ah peek out one eye an see a girl bout mah age lookin at mah face. She's got very pale skin an almost white hair. She's looks magical like the LOTR girl from mah daydreams. Mah stomach is still turnin' somersaults in mah gut.

"Oh, Ah guess so... Mah name's Toby Kwimper."

Ah notice that her eyes are still on mah face. She opens her mouth to say something, then stops and just stares at mah face.

"Is this your first time on the Hogwarts Express? You look like you have motion sickness."

"Uh yeah...how'd ya know?"

Ah'm surprised she could even notice all that. Mah stomach's still turnin' over in all kinds a directions.

"When I got on the train I saw a few other first year students get sick."

"Oh. Well Ah'm not just gettin' sick, Ah'm gettin' real sick. Would ya maybe have somethin' ta settle mah stomach? Do ya know any spells?"

Ah feel sick enough to puke.

"Well I do know something. Try to focus on me, Toby."

"But mah stomach's turnin' and hurtin' real bad. Ah'm gonna puke."

Ah clutch mah stomach an look at Jacklin. Her eyes seem ta be drawin' me in.

"Just take deep breaths."

Ah'm scared ta hold her hands. But Ah'm scared to puke in front a her even worse. Ah slowly put mah hands out an we grab each other's hands. We jus look at each other's faces an try to think about somethin' else.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

The pain's gone. Ah can still feel mah stomach movin, but it's stopped hurtin'.

"Thanks."

Ah look at her an give her a little smile.

"That's lovely to hear, Toby. If you don't mind I think we try to distract ourselves. Let's talk about our wands."

Ah sit back in mah seat an' look at her. It's been awhile since Ah've seen mah wand. Ah dig it outta mah pocket an take a good look at it.

"Awright. What d'ya wanna know?"

Ah see 'er lookin at it.

"Is that an english oak wand? What's the core?"

"Yeap, English oak wit'a unicorn hair core."

Ah give her another little smile.

"And tha's good?"

"English oak wood supposedly was used to make Merlin's wand. Wizards who use this wand have to have strong intuition, and tend to like nature. You might end up becoming really good with our classes that focus on plants and magical creatures."

Ah feel mahself noddin but Ah don't really get everythang she's sayin.

"Yeap. Ah think Mr. Ollivander done tol me bout all that. Ah like it."

Ah smile an seem ta be a little cloud a light an have warm, fuzzy feelings in mah brain that's makin' me feel good fer a change. Jacklin takes out her wand.

"This is a cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core."

"Cherry wood wand with a Veela hair core? What's a Veela?"

She looks up at me.

"Veela are semi-human magical beings; beautiful women with white-gold hair and skin that appears to shine like the moon. When angry, Veela take on a less pleasant appearance; their faces elongate into sharp, cruel-beaked bird heads, and long scaly wings burst from their shoulders. My mother can do that but since I'm only half-Veela I can't."

Ah blink at her cause she said a lotta words.

"But what does that mean about the core of the wand?"

"Veela hair helps tame temperamental wands. Cherry wood is very rare in the UK and can be very dangerous. Only wizards with a lot of self control should get wands like this."

Ah look at her with big surprised eyes.

"Why d'ya gotta say that?"

Ah can feel mah stomach startin' ta rumble again. Mah face heats up an Ah start ta look at mah wand again ta try an' distract myself.

"Since I'm part Veela, I'm always trying to keep my powers under control. Veela have the ability to hypnotize most people attracted to girls when we dance. I try not to dance though because I know it makes them do dangerous things."

Ah look up at you. Mah stomach is rumblin' still, but Ah'm more scared of lookin' at her eyes now that Ah know what they can do. Ah hear her sigh.

"Veela magic is a curse when you think about it. You never know who your real friends are. My family supports half blooded and human born wizards but it's too dangerous for me to be around pure humans."

Mah stomach's turned back into just a big knot. Ah can feel mah face tryin' ta change into a soft, sad little face. Ah got no choice bout this one.

"Tha's a shame. Ah'm sorry ya have ta live wit that. Ya seem so nice."

"We're always, no matter what, physically perfect; graceful; and flawless. Nothing can make us look bad. Even when I start to get acne it doesn't seem to matter. That's why I wish I can have someone tell me I look snotty. At least that would be a sign I'm like any other 11 year old girl."

Ah notice her skin seems ta look perfect. She ain't got bruises or paper cuts on her hands like Ah do. Ah wish Ah could comfort her an Ah don't want her to feel so bad. After a bit, Ah start ta think about somethin'.

"Hey! Yer lips don't look perfect. There's a crack right in the middle of one of 'em!"

Ah hope Ah weren't soundin too mean. Girls in the past usually jus laugh at me or think Ah'm gross.

"Where?"

Ah point ta her lip an the little crack in the middle.

"Right there. See it?"

She looks at her reflection in the window.

"They do look a bit chapped. So does that mean that you don't feel affected by my magic?"

"Nah. Least Ah don't think Ah do cause now that Ah'm seein yer dry lips tha's all Ah can focus on."

She looks away from the window.

"I see. I didn't realize they were that dry."

Ah'm glad Ah was able to find somethin' that ain't perfect bout her. The knot in mah stomach slowly starts ta go away.

"See ya ain't so perfect. Perfect girls ain't got cracked lips."

She touches them ta feel how they're so dry.

"I should probably buy a bottle of pumpkin juice when the Honeydukes trolley passes by."

Ah look at her, an Ah wanna laugh. Ah dunno why since Ah know it probly ain't that funny.

"Wha's pumpkin juice good fer?"

"Anything to drink should help add moisture to my lips. The trolley on this train has only pumpkin juice since we're going to have a feast when we get to Hogwarts."

Mah eyes look real big cause Ah sure Ah ain't knowed we's gonna eat a lotta food.

"Feast?"

"Oh. Don't you have start of term feasts where you're from, Toby?"

Ah jus look at her knowin Ah ain't understood a word she said.

"Oh, not at mah school. Sometimes we got pizza days but then on the last day a school we get this hotdog day. Sure ain't a feast cause we'd only get one hotdog an a bag a Fritos or Pringles. Ya know those small little bags they give ya cause the school jus ain't got a lotta money..."

Ah jus start ramblin bout mah old school. Ah guess tha's a good thang cause she ain't tol' me ta shut up yet.

"Are you autistic Toby?"

Ah stop talkin. Ah need a sec ta figure out wha she said but Ah nod cause Ah'm scared ta say yes out loud.

"Uh huh."

"I think that might explain why you're not affected by my Veela magic."

Ah turn mah head a bit cause that don't make sense.

"How come?"

"I'm not sure since not everyone with autism seems to be affected the same way. It’s very rare to even have any immunity as it is."

"An yer sayin' Ah'm the only person that ain't affected by yer magic?"

"Outside of my family, yes. I’m not sure if there’s anyone else who wouldn’t be affected by it."

Ah look at her with wide eyes. Mah mind's racein' with ideas and excitement.

"If it ain't too personal, what does yer family worry about?"

"That my Veela magic causes the boys to do dangerous things to try to impress me. That’s why I said my magic is similar to a siren. Even when I don’t willingly use it, it’s still there. I can’t turn it off."

"Sounds like a pain."

Ah look out da window while smackin mah hands gainst mah seat.

"We nearly at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft an Wizardry yet?"

Ah look back at her an give her another half-smilin' look.

"I think we have another hour before we get there. Do you want anything from the trolley?"

Ah remember mah stomach's rumblin a bit.

"Yes. Ah think Ah could go fer one of 'em pumpkin juices. Ah ain't gonna be gettin cracked lips too."

The trolley lady appears an Ah try ta get mah wizardin money.

"Anythin off the trolley dears?"

"Yes, ma'am. One of dem pumpkin juices if ya got it."

She turns ta Jacklin an she wants ta get everythang. She's gotta be rich if she can get all 'em snacks an pumpkin juice too. Ah dunno if Ah'd be able ta eat anythang at the feast. Ah can't help but smile like a baby, an mah stomach seems ta go from a knot ta a floppin' flounders tail.

"Tha'll be 12 sickles loves."

Ah try ta count out tha money an hand it ta her.

"Thank ya ma'am."

Mah mouth is almost drooling. Mah eyes're all wide open. Mah stomach's a-rumblin' an' a-growlin'. Mah hands're all fidgety on tha pumpkin juice.

"Have you ever had anything from Honeydukes before, Toby?"

Ah shake my head, still lookin' at her snack an droolin' an starvin' an waitin' impatiently, like a baby might act.

"Oh that's right, you're American. You probably don't have Honeydukes there."

"Oh no. We ain't even got a trolley fer snacks. Is tha pumpkin juice good? It smells real good."

"I think it makes for a nice summer's drink. It seems to be popular because it's sweet."

Ah nod an mah stomach growls again.

"So it means Ah can have a sip right now?"

"Oh yes. Sorry about that, Toby."

Ah smile at her then immediately take a big drink out of tha bottle. The drink seems ta instantly help mah hunger pangs. Ah feel mah stomach settlin.

"Thanks fer buyin all these snacks, Jacklin."

"I figure it’s time that you learn what all these snacks are. Have you ever tried a chocolate frog before?"

"Nah. No one eats frogs back home. Ah mean some do but they don't cover 'em in chocolate. They fry their legs. Ah don't eat 'em though cause... Ah got mah frog Trevor."

Ah look at a package an then back ta her. Mah stomach growls an then Ah turn ta look at tha frog package. Ah'm tryin' real hard ta be polite an well behaved.

"Go on Toby, open it."

Ah open it up. A magical chocolate frog starts ta hop around.

"Don't worry, Toby. These frogs are just chocolate shaped like ones. They’re not alive."

Ah grab it an' start nommin' tha chocolate frog like it's some kinda animal. It's meltin' in mah mouth... A real frog'd take some time to eat or swallow.

"It's reeeeeal gooood."

Mah stomach's growlin slows down.

"Thank ya."

Ah smile like a baby at her.

"There’s the card that comes with it. The boys like to trade them when they collect these."

Ah look at the picture of tha frog and read tha card.

"Which one did you get, Toby?"

"Ah dunno who Ah got but it says Albus Dumbledore."

"Oh that's Headmaster Dumbledore. We'll be meeting him today once we get to Hogwarts."

Mah growlin' calms way down. Ah feel real full an relaxed and tired, but Ah feel good. Ah smile up at her like one o' those baby animals with tha big eyes.

"Ya know, Ah feel like Ah ate mah favorite dinner an' then Ah ate mah dessert an then some mo' favorite dinner an then some mo dessert. Ah feel kinda... kinda full... A little... sleepy...

Ah yawn a little, an' Ah lean against her until Trevor ribbits.

"What was that? Chocolate frogs never sound like real ones."

Ah snap awake after her voice startles mah half-asleep mind.

"Oh."

Ah look around to find tha sound. Ah see Trevor on tha floor an' Ah pick it up.

"Trevor started talkin' ta me."

"Is that your pet, Toby?"

"Uh huh. His name's Trevor."

Ah let Trevor sit on mah hand an' scratch tha back a his head. He likes tha way Ah'm scratchin' him. Ah wonder if he likes mah scratchin' better than tha others. He likes tha way Ah pet him.

"Wanna come an sit on mah lap Trevor?"

There's a big smile on mah face. Trevor climbs onto mah lap so Ah can get better access ta pet him. Ah notice Jacklin lookin at me.

"Wha's happened?"

"Oh nothing. Nothing happened, Toby. I was just thinking about you and your frog. I think the English oak was a good choice for your wand.

"Why's that?"

She smiles at me.

"Trevor seems to understand what you’re saying like he’s a person too."

"Well tha's cause Trevor's smart like Ah am. He's talkin' ta me like he knew me real well ever since Ah got 'em. We're basically friends."

Ah say all that wit a serious face. Cause Ah mean it. Jacklin don't seem ta think Ah'm weird that Ah talk ta frogs.

"Well that's nice Toby."

Ah give Trevor a long and tender scratch along tha back an' tha back a his neck, an he seems ta like it. Ah look at Jacklin an Ah see the same kinda look in her eyes now too. She seems ta understand me a little better all a sudden. Mah stomach doesn't growl no more. Ah feel really happy like Ah ain't ever felt before. Mah heart's flippin around. But Ah'm happy. Real happy...

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[abe-the-detective-blog]

Ok can’t sleep and it’s the last day I’ll be able to not sleep before school and I gotta be a good boy and sleep ‘normal’. Soo get some 1920s headcanons from me!

Abe was 100% harassed, bullied, assaulted and abused by some people who knew about him being trans. He wasn’t open about it he kept it a secret but word would get out and…I’ll let you imagine the rest.

Top surgery was a thing back in the early 1900s but I don’t think it came to America to well well after, so I imagine he chest binned harmfully. There were a thing as binders back in the 1920s so working women in office didn’t “distract” men. They supposedly worked really well keeping them as flat as a man’s chest.

Now I imagine abe wearing one constantly since he was trans and a detective so had to always be flat. Now testosterone wasn’t a thing till 1935 but isn’t Wkm supposed to take place between 1920-1930s ish? Anyways I’m saying abe got some, from where? Probably saw a guy selling it and stole some let’s be fr.

Now did the group (William, Damien, Celine and Markus) all know about this, yeah but he would be hella hesitant to tell anyone. I would say he was friends with all of them just not part of the group. Like there was the group, and then everybody’s friend Abe.

I feel like he would tell Damien and Celine first trusting they’ll keep him safe if the worst happens. (Tell me those two aren’t ally’s and we’ll run rounds) just William happened to walk in on the discussion and it was hella awkward. Abe and just looked a at him with pleading eyes not to tell. Which William Damien and Celine all promise not to tell a soul about this to anyone.

Now here comes Markus. Abe was horrified to tell Markus about being trans. But it took less explaining than it took William. Markus says he’s manor is a safe place for Abe if needed.

Now here comes the tricky bit, name changing and correcting. Now if the group is talking with Abe or talking about him they all correct themselves and try to correct each other. Now the public mostly knows Abe as a man and as Abe. Now say William is talking with someone with Damien and the person brings up Abe for someone reason. If Damien of William start to miss gender Abe they give a stubble hint. Aka a cane to the foot or a elbow to the ribs. Celine and Markus have there own signalings, Markus it’s a gentle poke to the back and semi glaring into their eyes. Celine it’s nails digging into your arm, not hard but noticeable fast.

Next part! If at a party and Abe is starting to get harassed by people at parties, (mostly marks parties.) they each do something different. If Abe can’t get away from the person and there about to get violent. All do something different, William will literally pull Abe away and glare at the person getting them to shut up. (Your telling me you would try and fight a dude like William who I think was supposed to be some army dude or whatever?) Damien walks over and settles down the fight, charms the person and gets them to leave Abe alone, he keeps a close eye on Abe rest of the night. Celine just pulls Abe away and tells the man to shut up, if the man tries anything she sends will or mark after the guy being sure she smacks them too. (Girl boss lol) Markus now, he would push the person out of party or makes some butler do it while he stays by Abe’s side for a bit making sure he’s fine by himself then leaves.

Over all they love abe still and are protective of him but not codling.

Imagining abe and Benjamin actually becoming friends since abe would probably go to marks frequently-ish. He would go to get away from people who were harassing him or just to breathe. Just straight up.

Benjamin opening the door seeing abe there: ah hello si- oh dear inside now.

Abe who’s a bit beaten up being dragged into the house.: oh

Benjamin starting to clean up Abe’s face but is comforting him: I’m sorry this happened to you abe… you don’t deserve this treatment..

If anyone from the group sees abe getting actually hit or hurt by someone, it’s on sight.

[gtzel]

Help! my classmates a size-shifter -part 2-

Since When Are You So Short?

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The next day I walked into class and my friends greeted me, but i was only looking at Elijah. He was sitting in his usual spot next to the window and had his earbuds in. some people were talking to me but i couldn't hear what they were saying.

i walked up to him and tapped him from behind. he flinched at the contact but relaxed a bit when he saw it was me.

"h-hey Brian" he said pulling an earbud out and giving a hint of a smile, which i counted as a win.

"yo, how you feelin after you know....yesterday?" i said with extra emphasis on the last word.

"not...not too bad, just uhm the usual i guess" he seemed a it more on edge then yesterday which was a bit concerning. i didn't want to push him because he might just be a bit jarred due to the public setting.

"well i guess since were friends now i can sit next to you." i sat down next to him, the person who usually sat there seemed to be fine with it but Elijah was a bit uncomfortable.

"listen, Brian i have something i need to-" he was cut off by a classmate calling me.

"yo Brian, what's good!" Chad said as he approached my new desk. he sat down backwards facing me in the desk in front of where i sat.

"hey Chad, just havin' a conversation with Eli here," i gestured to Elijah but he quickly turned the other way. cold.

"that's uhm, nice i guess..." Chad shifted awkwardly "anyway, were having this party tonight at my place, and of course we need our starring quarterback to be there! so can you come?" he said enthusiastically.

i looked back at Eli, he was gazing out the window in his own world again. i was planning on asking if he would want to hang out again after school but i couldn't just tell everyone that. i had to come up with an excuse.

"oh sorry man, I'm really busy with...stuff and i wont be-" the bell rang and our teacher walked in the room. yes! saved by the bell. She instructed us to sit down so she could start class.

the lecture was boring as ever and after it finally let out i was crowded by other people before i had a chance to ask Elijah about hanging out.

i lost sight of him after he walked out of class and couldn't find him till lunchtime. it almost felt as if he was avoiding me, but who would do that? anyways, i found him on the rooftop of the gymnasium building.

"isn't this place supposed to be off limits?" i said walking up behind him, he was startled again. really seems like the jumpy type, gotta keep that in mind.

"how did you find me?" he said in a sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes.

"bro, i know this school inside and out. of course i found you" i jested, elbowing him playfully.

"well, you found me, now what?"

"uhm, didn't think that far. i guess i just uhm wanted to know if you...if you wanted to hang out later today?" i tugged the hem of my t-shirt nervously. it was way hotter outside then normal.

"uhm don't you have 'stuff' to do?" he said with finger quotes. i blushed, it was definitely hot outside.

"well i mean, that was a lie..." i drifted off, great now he probably thinks I'm shallow! then i remembered what he said earlier "wait, so what did you have to tell me again?"

"oh, just that..." he hesitated "i just was feeling a bit odd after yesterday" he said shifting slightly uncomfortably.

"hmm, okay i guess" i said skeptically.

"actually i-" Eli couldn't finish the sentence, he collapsed onto the ground and his breath became labored.

"E-Elijah, are you okay?!" i kneeled down next to him, he began to shudder uncontrollably.

"b-Brian, i feel...help me-" his body contorted strangely and he began to thrash wildly.

"j-just t-t-take some deep breaths, d-deep breaths" i tried to calm him down but he didn't seem to be able to hear me.

then light began erupting from his body. it beamed through the strangling cloths, and kept getting brighter. i had to look away for fear of being blinded.

then the light started to die down. i waited a second before realizing i couldn't hear Elijah anymore. i looked to where he had been and....he wasn't there. why wasn't he there!? his cloths and backpack were the only things of him that remained.

my eyes widened, as i frantically shuffled through his cloths to find some clue to where he had gone. if i hadn't been more careful i almost would've missed the small weight that rested in his t-shirt.

"what the-" i carefully unwrapped the shirt to reveal a miniscule figure smaller then my palm. i looked closer and realized to my great disbelief that Elijah, MY Elijah, was tiny. i turned him over, feeling his cold skin against my pointer finger, then i realized.

"O-oh, oh dear" i blushed hard, face burning. he was, well...you can probably imagine. i tried to think of a decent way to handle this situation. i obviously couldn't just leave him there.

i wrapped him up in a clean tissue i had in my suit pocket, glad it finally came in handy. then grabbed his stuff and put it in my bag. i didn't really have a plan, but if i were to ever skip school, it would be then.