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cumikering · 2 months

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Werewolf Keegan x reader 9 (end)

1.7k | fluff Well, yes, but if a wolf runs around unattended, they’re going to call animal control (part 1)

Keegan made good on his promise that he’d clean up after himself.

With the way he loved to cuddle you as a wolf, even the biggest lint rollers wouldn’t suffice so he compensated by vacuuming your place every day. But not without giving Raider the side eye, because of course he had to help out. Some of the fluff was his too after all.

You really spoilt him, didn’t you? The K9 only watched his handler as he panted among the avalanche of chew toys you got him (his favourite was still the phone one though), and wouldn’t even clean his own dog bed with the lint roller.

Keegan took a two-week leave to take care of Raider who was anticipated to take a few months to recover before he could get back in the field. Fortunately, he was healing fast, already standing the week after and moving about.

Keegan decided to crash at your place meanwhile. ‘It’s closer to the vet hospital,’ he reasoned, but he knew you knew it was more than that. You said you didn’t mind as long as he kept the floof in check.

It felt natural to be around you like this. Driving you to and from work, cooking dinner with you, watching the TV after. It was hard to believe he lived so long without this, believing he was perfectly happy too.

And to think this all started with his curse.

His wolf had never been happier too, being in your space. Head empty, no thoughts, just his peanut as he drifted off to sleep.

You said it was strange the first few times he spooned you in bed as a wolf and suddenly shifted back when he lost his consciousness to sleep. The floof disappeared in a split second, replaced by his heavy arm around your waist which startled you.

Even that he was hesitant at first, he was pleasantly surprised with how welcoming you were to his peculiarity. Like when he approached you with hot cheeks a few days into staying at yours.

“Peanut,” he said in a small voice, eyes not meeting yours. “Would it be okay, if maybe, you can play tug of war with me?”

Your brow rose.

“I mean, it’s totally fine if not! It’s just I need exercise and Raider can’t play yet,” he rambled.

“Of course! We can play fetch too if you want.”

His eyes brightened, thinking of that time when his first instinct was to run after the toy you threw for Raider. “Oh, I’ve never tried that before, but that sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“We can have a run at the park too, so we don’t have to go on a hike. If you’ve got an owner, no one’s going to call animal control on you.”

He tilted his head. “I am not going to be leashed.”

“But can you imagine how big of a tranquiliser dart they’re going to use on your wolf otherwise?” You stifled a laugh. “Probably as big as my forearm.”

His lips pressed into a thin line. You knew he wasn’t a fan on needles. “We’ll go hiking when Raider’s better.”

Your laugh always made him happy, like when he pulled the rope toy too hard on purpose to wrestle you on the floor. You never won against the giant wolf no matter how much you tried, and he was glad of it because he loved nuzzling you from above, your giggles filling the room.

He sent his mum pictures of the both of you, some of your cooking too, always thrilled at every opportunity to say you were his. He was to visit her with you when Raider got better, but meanwhile video calls would have to do.

“Aw, look at the both of you! Aren’t you adorable, sweetie?” his mum cooed, the phone a little too close to her face.

“She’s a cheek pincher,” Keegan said. “Here, I’ll do it on her behalf.” He reached over to pinch you lightly.

Mrs. Russ laughed. “I hope you’re feeding him well. He eats like he’s still growing, but can barely cook. Make sure he does the dishes at least!”

You let out a chuckle.

“She does! She makes the best PB sandwiches.” It was true - they were better than his and he didn’t understand why. “When we visit, she’ll make you some.”

His mum was not a werewolf nor was she a fan of PB, but he firmly believed the love for it would transcend all.

Before Ghosts’ next mission, he took you out to meet his teammates for dinner. You were a little bashful from all the attention you got when they tried to get to know you. Especially from Ajax and Kick, who were mostly baffled by how you could spare “the creepy, frowning guy” a second glance.

“I can get you an angel shot,” Ajax said.

“Blink three times if you need help,” Kick whispered.

Regardless the teasing, Keegan grinned at the fact he got to call you his peanut.

However, the closer it was to the 7th full moon, Keegan grew restless, but not because of his urges. With how well and fast you fit into his life, he couldn’t even remember what it was like without you. He was terrified he bond wasn’t going to work and he’d lose everything again.

He didn’t doubt your feelings, even that he had to admit he felt clingy sometimes, wanting you to tell him how much you felt towards him. He was glad you never complained, but was kind regarding his needs, taking care of him.

The night of the full moon, he took you out on a date, somewhere special with a live cello player. At your door, he presented a bouquet of your favourite flowers. He made sure it was bigger than the one Blake sent and that the card didn’t fall off (not like you needed it since he brought it over personally). A little petty, he had to admit, but he had to show you he was cooler than your uni friend and could survive far more than a few punches.

You dressed up, your hair done, smelling wonderful and he couldn’t keep his hands off you. His peanut. Fuck, he still couldn’t believe you were his. Under the clothed table, he squeezed your knee.

The hours rolled past as you enjoyed the haunting performance, his arm along the back of your seat while your hand rested on his thigh. He started bouncing his leg, something he almost never did.

“It’s going to work.” You squeezed his thigh.

“I’m not worried,” he said through gritted teeth, eyes fixated on the cello player.

“You won’t be a wolf. We’ll visit your mum and have her cooking, and you’ll show me your band poster collection, okay?”

He gave you a crooked smile, hand gripping yours.

Outside, the moon beamed bright against the cloudless sky. Fresh out of the shower, you sat in bed next to him, his chest bare, soft from the hot water, lower half under the comforter. The bedside lamp shed enough light to illuminate the way your lips pulled into a thin line. His arms wrapped around you and you let out a shaky breath against him.

“You can tell me to stop any time, and… Just in case.” He reached for his blade on the nightstand, handing it to you. “I love you, okay?”

You nodded and he peeled off the comforter that covered him before shifting. You bared your neck to his wolf, brows furrowed as your eyes closed.

He whimpered, nuzzling your neck. I love you, peanut.

“Okay, I’m ready,” you mumbled.

He puffed out steady breath before positioning his fangs on your neck, feeling you shudder under him. You gripped his mane, yelping when he sank into you. Your blood was the best thing he’d ever tasted, and with your addicting scent filling him, it was too easy to stay put, but he shifted back immediately.

“You did good, peanut.” He kissed the corner of your eyes where tears had pricked. “Now we wait.”

In the dead of night, he jerked awake, breathing heavily. With the movement, you woke too.

“You okay?” You rubbed his chest, fingers ever comforting through the fuzz.

“Yeah.” He swallowed. “Yeah, I think. Did you have a dream?”

“We were in the woods, at full moon.”

He held his breath as his heart raced.

“Your wolf and I were walking to the cabin in the distance. I was barefoot-“

“In a white dress,” he said under his breath.

You nodded, beaming.

“It worked.” He chuckled in disbelief, gripping your shoulders. “It worked, didn’t it?”

Your arms wrapped around him. “We’re mates now, Keegan. For life.”

Months later, Raider fully recovered and was back in the field with his handler. You and Keegan got a new place between your old places, somewhere without carpeted floors because he’d grown sick of the vacuuming. Life slipped into a rhythm.

He took you to his home and greeted his mum with a kiss on the cheek. You said her lasagna was as great as he always hyped it up to be. Much to his chagrin, she was swift, and vey excited, to show you his childhood photos. He groaned. The memory of him rocking a bowl cut for the entirety of primary school was humiliating, but with a giggle, you reassured he looked cute with his signature icy stare. He didn’t believe you.

Keegan carried your luggage up the stairs with Raider padding behind, nails clicking against floor. His mum never changed a thing in his bedroom since he left, his emo band posters still almost lined the entirety of the walls. He stared at the one behind the door and contemplated if you’d like him in one of those haircuts. There would be more to pat after all (and it surely wouldn’t be as hideous as a damn bowl cut).

At bedtime, in his cramped bed, you huddled facing each other.

“I guess we should have stayed at a hotel after all.”

He shrugged. “You know, if we were both wolves, we would fit perfectly fine here.”

You smiled, tracing your neck where his bite marks had faded. “Actually, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea at all.”

Thank you so much everyone for reading my silly doggo story! I had mad fun writing this and I'm glad you stuck around until the end :D take care x

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goldenlinixx · 3 months

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future!harry / dad!harry x taylorrussell

The trophies are not the most valuable thing in my life, my love xx

"mummy mummy mummy what are those trophies in daddy's room?" taylor is in the middle of preparing lunch when the loud footsteps and completely excited voice of her almost four-year-old daughter light up the house styles. no sooner has tay turned round to look at her little girl than the exact same green eyes as her husband's are looking at her. "my angel, what are you doing in daddy's working place?" "i was looking for rooti" "oh my angel, you know that root has his place here in the living room. that's where he's lying: look". there lies the little family dog, who has now reached old age, asleep in his basket, completely unaware that his "sister" is excitedly running around the house looking for him. tay lovingly strokes the curls from her daughter's face. taylor loves to answer the questions from her little one. it was only a matter of time before she discovered the "trophies", as she affectionately calls them.

„the „trophies" is the most valuable thing your dad owns. it's a so-called grammy, my dear." "a grammy?" "yes exactly, a grammy … daddy and i told you that he makes a lot of people in the world happy with his songs, right? and you know my love... a grammy is the most valuable thing a music artist like daddy can ever get in his life and career." "so daddy is a superstar?" "yes my darling, you could say that ... daddy is a superstar" taylor can't help but smile and place a loving kiss on her little daughter's hairline. they have just finished their intimate moment when they hear the front door slam shut. "i think daddy's back from his jog" as soon as taylor has finished her sentence, the little one is already walking quickly towards the front door. "daddyyy you're a superstar" harry can just about put his airpods down on the cupboard before his four-year-old daughter jumps into his arms. "hello my little darling." this really is the best thing for harry. he has never wanted anything more than to be almost run over by his own little daughter after a strenuous run. "now tell me again peach ... what am i? a superstar?"

harry's little daughter hugs him close. "yes, i was looking for rooti and then i looked in your room and then i saw your trophies and mummy told me that they are grammys." in the meantime, taylor has also found her way to her two favourite people. first and foremost, of course, to say hello to her husband. this morning they hadn't seen each other because he had left early for his long sunday run. she only caught a loving kiss on her sleep while she was still half asleep.

"our little angel was very excited. i told her that her daddy makes a lot of people in the world happy with his music and got his grammys for it." smiling, harry can't help but go up to his beloved taylor and pull her tightly into a hug and a long, deep kiss. of course, he holds their daughter tightly in his other arm. "oh so that's how it is. a hello to you too my darling" "hi babe" the intimate kiss between the two is quickly interrupted by their sweet little daughter. "and mummy told me that it is the most valuable thing you own" harry carefully sets his daughter down on the floor. that he can communicate with her at the same level, he squats down lovingly next to her.

"mummy's not quite right. you know, my love, the trophies, the grammys, are not the most valuable thing in my life that i own. musically speaking, yes, but in a personal way, you are the most valuable thing in my life. you, your mum and your sister in mummy's belly. you know, my peach ..music was the most important part of my life for a long time and it still is to some extent. but when i met your mummy, love took centre stage and i wanted other things in life. i wanted you, for example ... but now i mainly write music or songs because i'm happy. and i'm happy because i have you. you are the most important and therefore the most valuable thing in my life. so love you to the moon and back." in support of his loving explanation, harry gives his little daughter a loving kiss on the head, who then presses herself very close to her dad.

"you said that so beautifully, h. we love you so much too" in support of her statement, taylor can't help but caress her baby bump, which has grown quite a bit in the meantime. harry notices this too and immediately puts his hand on his wife's bump as well.

in that moment he realises once again that his music will never make him as happy as his own little family does. his success can never reach the value that being a dad does. he will be forever grateful that he spent that one month in los angeles and met taylor, the love of his life.

harry and taylor can't wait to show their daughter all the photos and videos taken at the grammy awards that night as a bedtime story. harry has wished for nothing more in life than to be able to show his own children these photos one day. that moment has now arrived and he could never be happier.

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i really love harry and taylor so much and can't help but write down my thoughts and sweet imaginations that keep buzzing around in my head.

i hope you enjoyed it!

xx Celine

#harrystyles #tayrry #couple #taylorrussell #dad!harry styles #dadrry #dad!harry #dad harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles oneshot

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heyybaejjk · 6 months

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- SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI !

Pairing: teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

Summary: Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent.

warnings/notes: I haven't read the comics, so its OOC Miguel :( mb gng. not much of reader x miguel just yettt. profanity, awkward moment

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Everyone at school loves Multicultural day: The day where students are able to showcase a few variations from their culture, whether it be food, a dance, or a song. The day Multicultural day was announced, students who chose to participate in performing had 3 weeks to come up with something to show on the day.

Miguel loved being within his own space, but he still had three friends that were persistent. Every day since the announcement, his friends in their shared group chat sent a daily reminder to Miguel, and Miguel only, knowing his anti-social ass wouldn't show up unless they annoyed him enough to do so.

(M.Ohara_99) mahi_sniffer has mentioned you in pussy eaterssssss

Miguel groans at his phone in his hand, as he pushes the trolley in front of him even faster, speeding up so his mother that was beside wouldn't see his lit up notification. Swiftly typing with one hand.

mahi_sniffer: @M.Ohara_99 uso, you coming tmr?

M.Ohara_99: David, what the hell have I told you about our group chat name? My mum can see everything you type.

M.Ohara_99: I know what usi means. I've hung out around you idiots to know enough.

mahi_sniffer: mann 😞 it was fun when you were a plastic samoan mig

M.Ohara_99: I'm not Samoan

aluaigioukae: usi is a Tongan word stupid ass

mahi_sniffer: ohh u right

aluaigioukae: HOW DO YK NOT KNOW LOL UR TONGAN URSELF

mahi_sniffer: mb, thats what happens when im around your samoan speaking ass missus too much HAHAHA

aluaigioukae: stfu

mahi_sniffer: ilyt

mahi_sniffer: ANYWAY.

mahi_sniffer: miguel bruh, come tmr pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: pls

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: i'll buy you food

M.Ohara_99: no

mahi_sniffer: YOU DIDNT LET ME FINISH MF.

mahi_sniffer: as i was saying 🌝

mahi_sniffer: I'll buy you food for a week, even at our expensive and very overpriced canteen because you're my bestest friend in the world and because kiuga is a dog😞😞😞😞😞😞💔💔💔

aluaigioukae: WHAT DID I DO

M.Ohara_99: okay. see you tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: IT WOKRED.

aluaigioukae: worked***

mahi_sniffer: fuck uppp, bet ur freshie ass missus can't spell that either

bololicker: can you both stfu

bololicker: @M.Ohara_99 I got you something to wear for tomorrow

M.Ohara_99: Nevermind, I'm not coming.

mahi_sniffer: YOU JUST SAID YES LIKE A WHOLE MINUTE AGO WHAT

Miguel chuckles to himself while smiling at his phone, abruptly coming to a stop when he feels the trolley crash into something. He looks up with widened eyes, seeing a bunch of packets and vegetables on the floor along with a basket.

"U-uh, fuck. I am so, so sorry," He apologizes instantly, shoving his phone into the middle pocket of his jumper loosely, making his way in front of the figure before getting on to his knees and picking everything up, paying no mind to who it was. Mentally cursing at himself as his knees click loudly, wanting to drown himself as he hears a soft giggle. He was grateful that whoever it was couldn't see his face, because his embarrassment grew even more and his face morphed into a little: 0-0. He grabbed everything and placed them neatly back into the basket before getting up and handing them to the person. Only to be face to face with her.

Fuck.

Manaia Fepuleai. The very girl that may have, or may have not piqued Miguel's interest since the very start of senior year. As well as year 11, 10, 9, 8, and 7...

Miguel found himself standing still in his spot like a complete idiot. This very moment was something he planned out as one of those scenarios he thinks of before going sleep. Always thinking of a plan if he ever sees her in public, that being: flirt.

"Hey, it's okay," Manaia smiled with kindness, sending a sense of relief down his body, though, he still couldn't help that little ink of a feeling of wanting to jump off a cliff.

"You okay? Hope my big basket didn't hurt you," she joked simply, covering her mouth with the back of her palm, the other hand holding the basket. Miguel looked back at Manaia dumbfounded. Looking back at the trolley he was previously pushing and the very obviously, smaller basket in her hand.

"Wh- huh?" He looked back awkwardly while she stood there with an uncomfortable silence, as well as an expecting look on her face. He stared at her for a few seconds with a straight face, braincells finally connecting and forming her words together.

"Oh- Ohhh!" "It was a joke."

The both of them spoke at the same time. She's the first one to speak, beating him and his cut-off apology.

This was going to be one of those embarrassing thoughts that makes him unable to sleep at night, indefinitely.

"You're so funny, Miguel," Manaia laughed once again, leaving Miguel unsure whether she was laughing at him thinking he was joking as well, but it didn't matter anymore. The somewhat awkward tension was gone, he thinks.

"So! Tomorrow.. Multicultural day, yaaaayyyyy.." Miguel slowly stretches the words while making jazz hands, smiling widely as she tried her best to contain her laughter.

Oh my fucking gosh, what the fuck am I doing, Miguel thought to himself.

"You're coming this year? Normally you'd skip out. I remember the other years when you wouldn't come."

"I- uh- well, I guess since it's our last year, I see no harm in going, I guess... Never knew you were so observant of me not coming."

Manaia feels her cheeks flush, smiling heavily as she pushes his shoulder playfully. Both smile shyly at each other.

"Shut up! I've got to get going, but I'd be happy to finally see you tomorrow. Me and the rest of the girls are going to be performing tomorrow."

"I'll come!" Miguel responded a bit too quick for his liking. Taking one step back, realising his excitement and awkwardness made them both stand so close. "Sorry. I mean, I'll come tomorrow for sure. If my friends manage to annoy me enough to come." He gives her a sincere smile.

She tilts her head playfully, a sly smile painted on her face, "I thought I'd be reason enough."

Miguel grew quiet, too flustered to hide his bashful smile. "We'll see tomorrow then."

M.Ohara_99 has sent a message to pussy eatersssss

M.Ohara_99: Disregard what I said, I am coming tomorrow.

bololicker: "disregard 🥸☝️"

aluaigioukae: AINGG SAY MUMS SOUL YOU'RE COMINGG

mahi_sniffer: whose ass do i need to eat to give my thanks , my daddy is coming after a whole hundred years 😖😖

M.Ohara_99: No one's. I'll see you all tomorrow.

mahi_sniffer: you reckon it was his missus??? you kno whoooo LOLOLO👀

aluaigioukae: did ms fepuleai finally talk to you into coming to see herrrrrrr

M.Ohara_99 has left the pussy eatersssss

bololicker: LMAO IT WAS, IT FUCKING WAS SEE

aluaigioukae has added M.Ohara_99 into pussy eaterssss

mahi_sniffer: we shall thank your future missus for the wonderful magic she placed on you

bololicker: amen, amen, amen

aluaigioukae: MANAIA 🔛🔝 ‼️ ‼️ ‼️

M.Ohara_99: Of me.

bololicker: OUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

mahi_sniffer: HE UNSENT IT LMAOOO

aluaigioukae: I ALREADY SCREENSHOTTED IT GUYS, DW DW DW

M.Ohara_99: Kefe

andddd thats all from me for now!! i actually enjoyed this a lot. dont be afraid to leave a comment :DDD <33

likes, reblogs, a comment and a kind follow are much appreciated 😊💞

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vukovich · 1 year

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Like a Felon Knows the Law

tw: lice and "Mudblood"

During their fifth year, Hogwarts had a head lice problem. Nobody was sure if it started in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff first, but the Hufflepuff common room was a likely suspect, owing to the amount of upholstery.

"None of our concern," Draco had told Pansy, tucking a bite of toast with orange marmalade in his cheek. "It's never been an issue before. Muggle problem."

Pansy's hum was unconvinced.

The next day, Longbottom showed up to lunch with his hair buzzed short. That night, all the brushes, combs, and hats in the Slytherin boys' dormitory had disappeared, and the pillowcases smelled like sanitising spells.

Theo absently scratched the back of his head in befuddlement, and Draco's pristine life flashed before his eyes. It was dull, as far as flashbacks go.

He didn't sleep a wink that night, and spent it over-invested in every tickle of a hair near his ear, or his neck, or down the centre of his back. And so it was with utmost exhaustion, irritation, and suspicion that he greeted Granger in the morning.

"This is all your fault," he said, sneering down at her on their way out of the Great Hall. "Filthy Mudblood, bringing vermin into the castle."

She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

A haughty chuckle came from behind Draco. He turned to find Justin Finch-Fletchley, local Muggleborn aristocrat, smirking. He was insufferable, given that his upbringing mirrored Draco's, but the optics were better.

Justin brushed past him, throwing him off-step. "At least," Justin said snidely, "Mudbloods know how to get rid of lice." He cast Draco a backward glance. "Good luck hexing your way out of this, Malfoy."

Draco didn't sleep that night, either.

Five AM found him sitting on the edge of a very peeved, very bleary-eyed Theo's bed.

"The fuck you want me to do?" Theo mumbled. "Avada Kedavra your scalp like some William Tell shit?"

"Who?"

"Nevermind."

Draco watched Theo fall back asleep. Then nudged him. "Hey."

Theo snarled with his eyes still shut. "What?"

Draco sighed. "Nothing."

But it wasn't nothing, it was a big, fat something, because Justin wasn't wrong. Draco went home for the weekend, and his parents had never heard of head lice. He went so far ask to ask the portraits, and then the House Elves, who after much pestering and shaking of their bald heads, finally looked him square in the eye and said, "Why would Elves know of Muggle hair parasites?"

Draco shuddered at the word 'parasites' and hid in his bedroom until Sunday night.

When he arrived back at school, two of the Ravenclaw First Year boys had fresh haircuts, and he chose to interpret it as further evidence of pestilence.

He hid in the library. Only, it wasn't hiding if he had a stack of books next to him on the floor, below the window seat. He turned the spines against the wall so no one walking past would know that they were exclusively texts on invasive species, magical extermination, and livestock management.

Potter was the first one to stop and harass him.

"You look like you're waiting for your mum to come pick you up after school."

Draco obliquely understood him and chose to take offense. He thumbed through a promising few pages on woodlouse habitat preferences and wondered if his hair was at all similar to decomposing wood fibres.

"Potter, I'm surprised they even allow you inside the library after you-"

With the toe of his shoe, Potter nudged the pile of books away from the wall, then adjusted his glasses to read the titles. His eyebrows rose, then dimples formed on either side of his lips as he suppressed a grin.

"Doing some research, are we?" he asked. Draco sat, mortified, and said nothing. Potter's ire thawed around the edges, and he looked down with something near pity. "You're not likely to get lice, you know. Or, not likely to get them and not notice, I guess. It's-" he gestured to his own hair "It'd be really obvious if you got them, I mean. Because your hair's so light. And it's easier to find them in straight hair."

"Oh," was all Draco came up with, because it didn't solve the problem. He rallied the bit of piss and vinegar he had left. "I suppose you'd know, wouldn't you, Potter?"

It was supposed to be a thrown lance, but it landed like a desperately tossed lifeline.

"Yeah," Potter said gently. "I mean, I never got them, but we had lice checks at St Grogory's." He rested his bum against the window seat, his knee next to Draco's shoulder. "I could check your hair. You know. If you wanted me to. I guess me and Hermione are probably the only ones who really know how."

Draco's burgeoning phobia won out over his inborn prejudice, and he replied with nothing but a terse nod.

Harry sat on the window bench and, in what he perhaps thought was a brazen display of oblivious male heterosexuality, swung a leg on either side of Draco's body. Giddyup-no-homo.

Draco's shoulders did fit rather nicely between Harry's knees. They both silently regretted wearing their tightest trousers.

Unable to reach his wand in his back pocket, and not having a comb with him, Harry pulled a clean quill from his robe and parted Draco's hair just a centimetre off from where it already lay neatly.

Draco's arms ran with gooseflesh at the keen touch of the nib against his scalp. He sighed the second time Potter drew it through his hair. By the sixth time, Harry had him lay his temple against the inside of his thigh while he stroked through the hair behind Draco's ear.

Eventually, Draco dozed off, and Harry didn't admit that he'd seen every square millimetre of Draco's scalp thrice over. He let Draco sleep against his inner thigh while he read more than anyone needed to know about the mighty woodlouse. Crabs of the undergrowth. Majestic shrimp of the land.

Harry fell asleep with his hand cupping Draco's cheek and dreamt of Fraggle Rock, but it was a coral reef, and Draco was there.

Nothing was found that day in the library. Nothing tangible, anyway. But just to be sure, they kept checking.

Thirty years later, Harry hikes a leg over Draco and sits himself on the shabby floral sofa, in the front room where the telly blocks the bottom of the bay window. Harry watches MASH reruns while Draco watches the street lights come on. His hands sort through Draco's hair by feel.

It's not a surprise to find Draco sitting on the front room floor. His Wizengamot robes were hung in the hall too neatly for him to have had a good day.

Draco lays his head against Harry's inner thigh, and they both sigh. It's not every day they sit like this, but often enough.

Harry doesn't bother asking about Draco's day, because if there were anything Draco could do about it, he wouldn't be sitting on the floor with a book in his lap. Most likely, a trial witness got cold feet, or a policy change was delayed by a committee.

Hermione takes her judicial frustrations out at the driving range, and Draco lets Harry skim them from his scalp with his wand, or a quill nib, or the blunt edge of his fingernails.

On the telly, Hawkeye says something clever, but Harry doesn't catch it, because the edge of his nail catches on the edge of something on Draco's scalp. Startled, he looks down to find a rough pink patch near the whorl at Draco's crown.

He rubs it, and Draco doesn't wince. "Did you hit your head on something?"

"No," Draco replies, closing his book. "Why?"

"Nothing," Harry says cooly, but a thread of concern worms its way in. "There's just a mark."

Draco hums and reaches up to rub it. "Odd."

Ultimately, it ends up being a big deal for blessedly nothing. A biopsy, a few months of a particularly obnoxious cream, and £800 in not-quite-right hats later, the spot is gone.

One evening, the street lights outside make the clouds orange, and on the telly, Klinger is having his sanity questioned while Harry rubs his thumb over the small scar on Draco's scalp and says, for the dozenth time, "So glad we caught that early," shortly followed by, "Could've been a lot worse."

Draco just nods, like he does every time Harry is obviously thinking of all the horrible outcomes that didn't happen. And then it occurs to him that if it hadn't been for the Hogwarts lice epidemic, they wouldn't have caught it early. It would have been a lot worse.

There's no one person in particular he can thank for the long-ago happenstance. He never did find out who introduced head lice to the Hogwarts class of '98. He does know, however, that there are feelings regarding the incident which still need addressing.

Apologising to Granger would be embarrassing, in the best case, and put him in an early grave in several other cases. They're both Mugwumps now, but Granger was long-established and climbing the ranks before they gave Draco his father's empty seat.

Granger had been the only vote against him. After his induction, she'd shook his hand grudgingly, looking as if she wanted to challenge him to a rematch of his own election.

"I suppose," she'd said, "it's time to see if we can entrust a ferret with guarding the chicken coop."

It was a lacking analogy for someone so clever, and it made him pause to examine her. She looked as though she'd been up all night studying. But the only thing on the Wizengamot's docket that entire day was the vote over his seat, and the following giving and taking of the oaths.

He licked his lips and hazarded a guess. "I think you put more deliberation into your vote than anyone else here."

She shot him a watery smile. "You don't sound upset that I voted against you."

He took a moment to think. "I never trusted professors who only gave high marks. It didn't feel as if they were doing their job."

Appeased enough for a bit of swottiness, she changed tack. "I still don't think you should be allowed in the Wizengamot until we're done with the Statute overhaul. Everything you know about Muggles, you learned precisely the wrong way."

He'd bitten his tongue then, metaphorically, and bit the inside of his lower lip in reality. "You're right, Granger. I know Muggle relations like a felon knows the law. But that isn't nothing, is it?"

She'd given him a trite hum, and, over the last decade, Draco had decided the expression meant she'd been hoping for a fight and didn't get it. Nowadays, she saves that huffy hum for the golf course, on days when the weather is too perfect, and par comes too easily, and everyone stands back and lets her play through.

Draco sighs, his cheek on Harry's thigh. He presses his lips to Harry's jeans. Sometimes, evenings like this end with Draco asleep between Harry's knees, just like that first time. Other nights, they're punctuated with an idle, lazy blowjob that's mostly lips and leads to Harry coming about half the times, and yawning and suggesting Chinese for dinner the other half. Draco is happy either way.

But tonight, he's going to fall asleep against Harry's leg before anything else can happen.

A week later, he's on the golf course with Granger and two senior Mugwumps who've been delaying the vote on Squib inheritance rights reform for three sessions now. Draco is there because the 'Malfoy' in his last name appeals to one Mugwump, and the '-Potter" appeals to the other. It doesn't hurt that he can carry two golf bags.

Draco leans against a shade tree and watches Granger tee up, both in their conversation and with her ball. The two elder statesmen respectfully go quiet while she lines up to swing, then whips her driver like a mace.

Both men are silent as they watch the ball arc through the sky. She takes the opportunity to restart, restate, and redirect the conversation while the next man tees up.

Silently, while the three of them watch another shot, Draco pulls a shiny new ladies' putter from his bag and slides it into Granger's. He rustles the clubs to settle them evenly in her bag. She probably won't notice for quite a while. When she's looking for her usual putter, she won't even register the existence of other clubs.

Dutifully, he scoops up both their bags and follows them.

He didn't put a note on the putter, just a red ribbon bow on the grip, which is hidden inside the bag. She may or may not know Draco gave it to her. And if she does, she won't ask why, because they've both learned that wounds that are already healing don't do well if reopened.

A gust of wind catches the brim of his hat, and he fumbles a set of clubs while catching it. His own clubs slide out onto the ground, but it's better than chasing his hat.

As he's picking them up, someone in a golf cart honks their obnoxious little robot horn at him. He's shoving his clubs into his bag, and he glances up to find a black and chrome golf cart with some Danish logo on the hood, and it's headed straight down the centre of the path toward him.

There's only one arrogant prat who drives a cart like that. Or, more accurately, who gets driven in a cart like that. Finch-Fletchley. The Muggle-prince-turned-wizard-pauper-turned-smarmy-solicitor, who was famous for introducing the magical world to the concept of fraudulent class action lawsuits.

The driver honked again, a sound more suited to a child's toy than a motor vehicle, but Draco stepped to the side and let them pass. He set down Hermione's bag and raised an arm at the elbow for a perfect parade wave.

In passing, Justin flashed him a mouth full of veneers without making eye contact.

Quick as lightning, as the cart goes by, and Justin isn't looking, Draco reaches out and snatches a club. His instincts see a silver Snitch, and in a split-second, he holds one of Justin Finch-Fletchley's golf clubs in his hand.

His fingers unfurl to reveal a shiny new driver, engraved and lacquered in reds and oranges. A Honma driver. He flips it over and wraps his hand around the grip. Very nice. At minimum, a £15,000 club. Appalling.

After a short wait, Justin's cart goes round the curve. Draco sets the other bag down, then squares his shoulders, centring them up with the nearest water hazard. It's a small pond, about ten metres away.

Without a second thought, he hefts the driver onto his shoulder like a javelin, gets a three-step running start, and flings it into the water. It hits the surface with a wet slap, briefly sends the grip up as a flag, then sinks like a periscope.

Much better.

Draco scratches his head, readjusts his hat, and picks up his bags.

#peculiar prompts #drarry #tw lice

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disteluria · 4 months

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PLEASE I need the saddest glamrock freddy × fem!reader angst you could literally possibly think of involving the reader who's burnt out from studying too hard

OoooooOOOoOOOOh! You want angst and sadness? You can have angst and sadness! *Rubs hands together*

~I'm sorry...~

"Aggghhh!" y/n shouts while aggressively ruffling through her hair. "I'm done, uni sucks and agggh!" She stomps on the floor and starts pacing the room until she gets stopped by a tall humanoid looking bear animatronic. "Superstar...Are you alright? Y-you- seem agitated.", Freddy Fazbear opens his arms for a hug. "I'm sorry Freddy, but I really don't feel like hugging right now...", y/n sits down on Freddy's couch and pulls her legs to her chest. "I'm just completely overwhelmed with university and the fact that I have to study three different subjects until Thursday, which is in two days by the way, doesn't make it BETTER!", she punches the couch. "Superstar...", the big bear walks towards the couch and sits down a few inches away from y/n. "I am so sure you will be able to rock all of them! You are such a strong person, you can do it!" Freddy smiles at y/n and she only scuffs. "Oh, and do you maybe need help with studying? I could give you some tips on how to improve your learning exp-" "NO! I don't need help with studying. I don't need help with school and I certainly don't need someone who doesn't even understand what I'm going through, who's always happy and always tries to stay optimistic. I really thought you having similar emotions as me, which makes us similar, makes it easier to be together with you, but no...", y/n looks to the side with a very aggressive look on her face. Freddy is shocked, he isn't able to say a word. After a short while he stands up and turns away from his partner, "I think it might be better for both of us if you leave now... I think you should rest a-..." "Yeah, you're right..." Y/n gets up and leaves Freddy's room. After she left Freddy sits down on his couch, silently sobbing into his hand, he never thought that always being positive would upset his most important person this much...

Y/n on the other side is angry and gets angrier with every step she takes away from the Pizza Plex. But as soon as she reached her apartment, putting the key into the lock, she broke out into tears. Closing the door behind her and sliding down with her back to it. "I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry!" She kicks the trash bin. "I'm a terrible person, I just told my partner that he's terrible to be with..." y/n sniffles and gets up, tears still running down her face. "Sometimes I really hate myself...", the young woman walks into her kitchen, grabs a coffee and moves to her room to study. She tried for several hours but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind always wandered to Freddy, the only person she loves and the only person only loving her. She feels terrible knowing what she did. 2 more hours of trying later, she decides to go to bed.

The next morning comes and y/n didn't sleep. She goes to university and one of her teachers asks her for some answers and she didn't have a clue. She felt terrible. After university she walks towards the Pizza Plex but it was closed. A note at the entrance says "Due to the unplanned maintenance of the Freddy Fazbear animatronic and all of its components, we have to stay closed today, we thank you for your understanding." Y/n falls to her knees, slightly sobbing, "It's my fault, Freddy was so hurt he even hurt himself... I'm terrible, I'm such a terrible person... Just like my mum always told me..." the young woman gets up and sits down on a bench blankly staring into the distance. The time goes by, the sun sets and y/n snaps back because of the sun blinding her. It is a warm feeling, almost like a hug, almost like a hug from her favourite person. She shakes her head and tries to push all of her negative thoughts to the side. "I may be an asshole, but I still have to apologise!", she gets up and sneaks through to the back entrance, a small not guarded area and she enters the Pizza Plex. It is quiet, only some guard bots are moving around. Y/n silently walks around the Pizza Plex and looks for the way to Rockstar row. Suddenly an alarm goes off as a guard bot discovers her. She squeals and quickly runs to the next hiding spot. Y/n takes a deep breath and looks around, after a few seconds she finally finds the corner she has to go to enter Rockstar row. After she turns the most comfortable music track could be heard. A slow and soft melody playing while the Pizza Plex is closed, she always loved that melody. The young woman enjoys it for a few moments until she sneaks up to Freddy's green room. After some deep breaths she knocks on the door, but as she expected, no one answers. She uses her gold card to enter the room, it is dark. There is a dark silhouette sitting on the couch, not moving. "Freddy?", y/n asks while taking a few steps closer. Still no movement. Y/n takes a few more steps closer and realises that Freddy is completely out of energy. She gasps and falls down on her knees, "Freddy, I'm so so sorry! I'm such a terrible person, I..." The young woman starts sobbing, "I hurt you and just threw things around me because I was angry and so overwhelmed... You're such an amazing animatronic, you're so soft and caring and I'm just such an asshole, I don't deserve you one bit, I'm so sorry...", y/n softly strokes Freddy's cheek and suddenly his ears twitch. She jumps back in shock "F-Freddy? A-are you awake?"

Freddy's eyes open and they light up. "S-superstar is that you?", the bear turns towards y/n. "yes, yes it's me! Are you alright?? The pizza Plex was closed due to you being broken, I was so scared!" Suddenly tears start running down her face. "Yes...I am alright, I was not feeling well, I was not able to perform in any way. So they decided to close the Pizza Plex." Freddy looks at y/n with empty eyes and speaks in a monotone manner. "But why are you here? Why did you decide to meet me? I do not deserve yo-", y/n stops Freddy with a hug, "Stop saying things like that!! You deserve the world, you have such a great personality, you're so caring and loving and I love you so so so much! I'm the asshole here, I said things about you that aren't true. I'm the one who doesn't deserve you!" Y/n starts sobbing violently and Freddy snaps out of it. "Y/n what are you saying? My superstar, my love... You are not an asshole...", Freddy's hand starts shaking as he wants to place it on y/n's shoulder. "Am I allowed to hug you back?" "If you still like me enough, please do!" Freddy laughs softly and hugs his partner. "I will never stop loving you, superstar! I do not care about what you say, because I know you don't mean it. I understand that you are stressed and Overwhelmed and I really stepped over your boundaries. And I am still very sorry about that. I felt terrible because I thought that you wanted to leave me, but after you showed me your tears I snapped out of it. I am so sorry for worrying you!", Freddy finally hugs y/n and she hugs him even tighter. "I am sorry that I made you feel this way, can you forgive me?" "Of course I can my dear!" They looked at each other, eyes filled with tears and a big smile on their faces. "I love you so much Freddy and I will never ever attack you again, I swear!" Y/n looks down and Freddy wipes away her tears, "It hurts yes, but it is okay. We will get through this!" For a moment they only look at each other before they softly kiss. "Thank you for always supporting me..." , "You are so welcome my superstar. After all I love you...", "I love you too!"

~The end~

I really don't know if this counts at angsty and sad but I hope you still like it!! 😭

#glamrock freddy x reader #gr! freddy x reader #asks open #fnaf #fnaf sb #five nights at freddy's #five nights at Freddy's security breach #fnaf x reader

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missseeker · 8 months

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The Stupid Things I Often Do - A Poem for Baxter Ward

When you left, I broke. Down, down, down...Never left my house, and cried without command. For days, for weeks, it broke me. For months, for years, it's scorned me. My mums just wanted me to eat. My friend just wanted me to sleep But me? I just wanted to dream of a place no longer here...

When I finally came out, it didn't help Not the people, the stores, not even the wind The only thing I found again was her, The silent moon.

I sobbed and she didn't judge I cried and prayed, but she didn't budge I told her all of what you'd done... And she seemed to feel for me.

I still sit up at night, guided only by her light And talk to her of you, when you come back into my mind. I dare not do it in front of others, they'd think me crazy still Crazy for keeping a kind of hope, one that has yet to wilt.

As time's gone on, I learned to cope. My friends were ecstatic when I drank just a Coke. My mums were happy to see me outside But really I just learned to hide, it all.

About that time I took up my brush, wilted, disused, almost painting with rust I made a pretty picture once, of a girl alone in the cold sand, and with her only friend, the moon. My loved ones thought it was a sign, that I was moving on just fine But really I made it just to remind, remind myself of you.

It still hangs across the room from me Forever there when I wake or sleep, there to remind and comfort me Even when the bed is cold beneath my fingertips, and I find myself all alone Your memory is there to hold me, together.

I taste of peppermint tea now, but it's not how I like to drown, my taste buds. In fact, I'm partial to lemon, but I find that peppermint tastes of you. So I always keep at least one box at home, in the back corner of my cabinet So that when I am cold, and sad, alone, I can always have it.

I don't drink champagne at parties anymore, Because I can't get the memories of before, to go away It still tastes like midnight, and cupcakes, and late-night decisions And I can't bring myself to stop reminiscing, when I taste it.

That condo just a few doors down, it's empty every summer now Even with new people there, I can't help but stop and stare At the door, the last place I saw you go, back when it was still your home And now I can't go inside again, even if I was invited in.

I dress in colors still, bright and bold, but sometimes it gets old So when I feel it coming on, the sadness, I dress to meet it In black and white, what you wore back then, so when the feelings come in Maybe you can come along with them, and still recognize me.

I now wear a floral perfume, but not the one I used to I used to smell like sunflowers and sky, but now I smell of roses and night And all because the scent smelt so familiar when I found it It smelt of you, and a white shirt draped over my swimsuit outfit.

I can't seem to dance anymore, for every time I step to the floor I look down just hoping to see another pair of shoes besides mine. But every time, I silently pray they're you, or they have the skills to fill your place, And they're not, and they don't, and the disappointment just won't let go of my face.

And the stupidest thing I still choose to do? I still have not let go of you, even though if I did I know I could be loved again, but by a nicer boy with blueish eyes But to me, they seem so dull, and I do despise, that they're not brown

He would gladly kiss away my pain, dance with me in pouring rain Take me away if I asked him to do so But we both know I can't do so, because I still need my hope Even if it makes me lost, left behind in the Cali dust.

I still see him hang around, waiting in this stupid town For someday when my head comes down, out of the clouds And I don't know who's stupider. The girl who waits on a fever dream? Or the boy who is okay looking after her?

So I've spent these years, aging and waiting For that dust to clear, for maybe then you'll be able to find me But until then I'll still stand sadly at the shore, forevermore Just talking with the moon.

(Originally posted on AO3 under A Book of Poetry by Jamie Last. Thought I would repost it here too to open up this page!)

#poetry #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #our life #baxter ward #heartbreak #visual novel #our life beginnings & always #our life baxter

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dragonlover158429 · 6 days

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A Step Into The Forest

I had another vision today. It happened this morning-soon after I got up. I had woken up early- thanks to the blatant sunlight streaming through the tiny attic window and a band of noisy ravens hanging out on the roof. Is there no way to sleepy soundly in this house? I already stayed up late last night, unable to feel safe with all the rustle and creaks I could hear in the walls. I am 90% sure we have a raccoon problem. Add that to my endless "Everything-that's-wrong-with-this-house" list. I did try to get back to sleep but it was hopeless; my brain just wouldn't shut down. So, fully knowing I would be dead tired later on in the day, I pushed the covers aside and headed downstairs.

Another thing about this house: it's impossible to make a single step without everyone in the house knowing about it. The house is old- like super old. The estate agent said it had been standing here at least 200 years already, probably more. It's made of a mixture of rocks and wood. And everytime I step foot on the wooden floorboards, the whole room CREAKS.

It doesn't creak like that slightly loose step on the staircase of my apartment back in Bordeaux. No, the wood here cries out with a deep, layered sound that resonates through the floor and walls. The stairs are the worst. I vainly tried to creep downstairs with as little noise as possible but I gave up almost immediately and trudged downstairs noisily. Hopefully, I would get used to it later on. After all, I was going to stay here all summer.

I let out a sigh as I reached the kitchen/dining room of the house. The room was basking in sunlight. The sun was apparently already shining in all of it's insolent glory; even though the digital clock on the wooden counter showed it was only 7:00. I scowled and walked over to the fridge next to the counter

The wall to the right of the fridge had been cut away to place a huge glass window that overlooked the back yard. This was where most of the sunlight came from and as I passed next to it I squinted and glued my eyes to the floor to avoid the daily eye harassment.

I was in that state where the sleepiness is starting to lift off you and you can think clearly but your body still hasn't catched on and your movements are slow and imprecise.

I took a bottle of milk from the freezer and started ransacking the cupboard drawer for a breakfast that didn't consist of literal horse food. I'm talking about oats by the way. My parents haven't eaten anything else in the morning since 3 weeks. "Nutritious and healthy", my parents claimed- a huge smile stretched all the way to their ears. Disgusting and flavourless. And since they weren't here- as usual- I was going to eat what I wanted.

Outside, I heard a few crows- or ravens I never knew- land on the patio and start screaming at each other. I grimaced.

"Those damn birds again..."

Now don't get me wrong, I normally do not have anything against them. I am not one of those people who believe they bring bad luck, are the devil's agents and whatnot. They're birds. They do their business and I do mine- simple. However, it has been a different matter with THOSE birds. Mum and dad told me I was overthinking it. A nice way to say they think I am acting completely nuts. I can't really blame them; I know I would have said the same thing had it been me. But I still can't shake that nagging, uneasy feeling. And this is why I'm here. To say what I saw and what I Saw.

I halt here to warn you. Because my story dives from mundane, comfortable memories to things I can't explain and still have difficulty believing. What you will hear probably stands on the limits of your imagination and I hardly expect you to believe me. But before you close your ears and mind to what you can't understand, don't be so close minded and listen. You can't see anything if you don't open your eyes first.

#story #original story #narrative #fiction #storytelling #first chapter #cryptidcore #fantasy #mystery #suspense #paranormal #investigation #constructive critism welcome

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toiletbulges · 11 months

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Poor Family Story: poop in bucket

So I am used to difficult financial periods, finding myself homeless and also when I was really young we as a family went through a difficult time. My dad lost his high wage, and had to get what ever he could for work. The stress meant my mum left (sister wasn't born) leaving me, brother and dad alone. We ended up loosing the house and having to move into a small wooden shack. Inside we had a 2 chairs, TV, kitchen and a large mattress on the floor in one room and a small bathroom with a toilet, sink and bath. The 3 of us had to share this old lumpy mattrress and one old blanket . I was only 12 my brother 17, i slept in the middle and the others either side of me. Being just the 3 of us we had no privacy at all, with getting dressed in that room and also sleeping in briefs or even naked. The first couple of days was hard getting used to sharing a mattress

My brother used to sleep in his briefs but my dad still slept naked sometimes. In the summer it was hot and the 3 of us slept naked! I would wake up sometimes with both of them snoring loudly and a erections! with no blanket. In the winter, and we had no school or work, we mostly stayed huddled on the mattressas it was so cold in the shack. Luckily being 3 in the bed, our body heat, and their hairy bodies warmed us up.

The bathroom was a open door policy. I would be on the toilet, brother in the bath and dad shaving at the sink, rushing me on as he needed the toilet. To save on hot water we shared bath water, and sometimes ever had baths together. One time I was in the bath, and my dad came in and said "sorry lad" and sat on the toilet and had a mega dump! He wiped and then took off his briefs and got in the bath with me. I did sometimes get out the bath in the winter, shit and then get back in the warm bath. My brother sometimes had to quickly jump in with me if he was late for his small job.

Money was very tight and between paychecks we had to cut down on food and no money for repairs. The roof sometimes leaked and wqs patched the best we could, the door was useless and the toilet broke. To save money on clothing, my dad and brother shared clothes. They sometimes joked who would have the briefs with the most skids in. Washing was only done once every 2 weeks, you can imagine the state of my pants.

When the toilet broke we had to sit on a small bucket and shit in that, and because of lack of space in the bathroom, the bucket was placed in the corner of the other room. To save time,in the mornings we would all shit in the bucket and then clear it out after. Sitting was ok in the bucket in the room with the TV and bed was awkward but we had no choice. Sometimes me and my brother would be home first after school and work, having something to eat. My dad would walk in and say "sorry can't talk" with pained expressions. He would quickly walk to the bucket and take a massive long dump. He would then sit there talking to us about our day. He did come in one day while my brother was on the bucket and was pacing in front of him, farting saying "please hurry up" My brother would then stand aside and wipe while my dad quickly replaced him

I remember one night I felt my dad get out of bed and he squatted on the bucket and had a few massive logs, complaining to himself his balls almost touching the shit as it was only a small bucket. He wiped with the newspaper and emptied it outside and got back in the bed still farting. I had a horrible experience one night. I had a really bad stomach. I had to crawl out the bed and squatted. I had the worse diarrhoea. My dad woke up and looked over. I was panicking as the bucket was filling up. He got out of bed and emptied it quickly for me. As soon as the bucket was back I sat back down.

My dad only had one work friend who knew his living conditions but didn't care. He found out by accident one hot summer morning. My dad overslept. He usually met his friend at the end of the street,but because he overslept his friend walked to the house. If you knocked the door hard enought the lock jumped and it opened. Well Bill opened the door and saw the state of the room, the thin mattress on the floor with no bottom sheet and the 3 of us laying naked on top of it. The bucket was in the corner with some of my dad's shit in it from the night, and a stack of leaves next to it. It must have been a shocking sight to see.

He said " OMG I'm so sorry mate, I didn't realise your living situation was this bad". My dad rolled over as he had his naked back and bum facing the door, and saw his mate standing there. He went "shit bill im sorry for oversleeping, normally one of the lads wakes me up"

My dad sat up on the mattress and quickly grabbed the blanket and throw it over us to protect Bill from seeing our naked bodies laying there , and explained the whole situation to Bill.My brother farted in his sleep, then woke up, got of bed naked. My dad said "can you wait Edward till Bill goes?" Edward said "sorry for this Bill but it's my time and im desperate" walked to the bucket "Bloody hell dad you could have emptied it, my balls will be in there" and sat down and shit. Bill was in shock that the 3 of us shared one bed and the toilet situation. My dad said it was a bucket in the corner or we went outside. My brother finished grunting his dump out,wiped with some leaves. He went "sorry about that Bill but it was the bucket or the bed" and got back into bed and went back to sleep. My dad awkwardly asked bill to pass the pants on the chair to him as he was naked under the blanket. Bill picked up the pants and actually joked "Your not putting them on surely, they are filthy and got holes" My dad replied "it's them or nothing as can't afford any replacements or to get them clean till next week" My dad awkwardly put his pants on under the blanket and got up.

He started getting his work gear on in front of Bill. He said "hang on Bill, sorry about this "he walked to the bucket and sat down. Bill questioned the toilet situation. He looked at how small the bathroom was and understood why the bucket had to be in on display.

After that Bill would come round and chat. Sometimes he would stay late talking to my dad so lats me and brother would actually get ready for bed with him still there. He would leave an.d My dad then would climb into bed

He sometimes sat one of the chair talking to and watching TV with us. The first time was funny. The toilet was still broken and bucket in use. He said to my dad "I'm really sorry but I need the toilet bad" my dad laughed "just go outside for a piss" the friend said "sorry but I need a dump bad!" He looked at the bucket and then at us. He just said "well it's not like you haven't seen your dad shit so..." He pulled down his pants and briefs and sat on the bucket. I noticed he had a very hairy cock like my dad. He sat there grunting loud and carried on talking to us. He sat for over 15mins . He asked me for some newspaper, standing wiping.

Bill did end up staying over a couple of times. It snowed really bad and wasn't safe for him to drive home. He said "Don't worry I will just sleep in thr chair" but my dad wasn't having any of it. "No your going to have a proper night's sleep on a mattress"

My dad squeezed closer to me and bill laid there. 4 of us in that bed was very very tight! All 4 of us in our pants. After that Bill gifted my dad a brand new mattress and a brand new blanket! Even though there was still 3 of us on that mattress it felt like heaven. Me and my brother the first night fell asleep almost straight away and we was warm!!

We stayed in this situation till I was 17. So you can imagine how tight that bed became with 3 large hairy blokes in it. My dad taught me to shave while my brother was laughing in the bath.

It did get worse though. My brother and dad both got laid off. Panic set in of how we was going to survive. My dad sold the shack to the neighbour who wanted the land and for one night after looking for somewhere, we slept on the mattress underneath a bridge with our belongings in bags, the next day we found a abandoned shack just off the main road. Because it was near a rest-stop we did witness a few people leaving their cars and squat shit. We did get walked in on a few times, once in the night. Most just apologised but a few did laugh as we naked on the mattress. A bloke in his 30's opened the door in desperation one time, needing a shit. He saw me laying on the mattress as dad and brother out looking for work. He panicked and said sorry. I said to him he looked urgent he could use our toilet, he looked reluctant at first but his bowel got the better of him and he quickly squatted on the bucket.

It had no electricity, no lock on the door and just a outdoor tape. Inside there was only room the mattress and the bucket. One of the windows was smashed and the roof leaked when it rained. For washing we just used a cloth and used the tap, basically a strip down wash. With the money from the other shack we had enough for foodafter paying off some of dads debt. Most of the time we laid on the mattress cold and naked as couldn't afford to replace the clothes so naked in the shack to preserve them. Laying on the mattress was cold as the walls had gaps so the cold wind blew in. The toilet bucket was even closer now so while I was laying on the mattress I could touch the squatting legs of my dad and brother. This was our lowest point. Bill only found about this because he went to the other shack. My dad was too embarrassed to tell him. Bill came to the shack and was in shock how bad it was. He walked in as I was on the bucket. I just said "Hi Bill, sorry I won't stand up". My dad and brother both laying on the mattress. Bill said "please don't tell me you are naked. Dad said "well don't lift the blanket up then" I awkwardly wiped but ran out of leaves, having to ask Bill for some. I stood up naked with my cock flopping in front of him, then went to lay on the mattress

. Bill helped dad find a new job and slowly get back on track.

Got a few more toilet/Bucket stories to come

#Poor family #Toilet #toilet story #Bucket

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zombieunicornzeal · 1 year

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The weight of knowing that I am never alone. And if I am, I won't ever know it. I can never be sure. Never have a private thought. Never be myself. Never live in my flat; with my cat, alone... Literally makes it harder to breathe. I think to myself sometimes, "Just pretend no one's there." And for maybe 2 or 3 seconds, I believe it. And just sit with a cautious and literal weight I FEEL it lifting off me. And then it all crashes down again. The knowing that I can never be alone. And it makes the weight return. As if dropped off a helicopter.

I blame her. My mother for the worst of it. She talks about the things she hears in my head. Possibly even more. She gets social clout for her betting she can hurt me more. And I actively HATE her, with EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING. And alllllll I want to do is disapear. Just get so skinny that I look NOTHING like her. Get her to realise that I'm not who she thinks I am. Because EVERYONE who knows my mum, thinks they know me. But they don't. I hide so much of myself. So much of who I truley am away from them. So that they won't talk. And I'm boring and not worth talking about. So that they DON'T spread rumors and make assumptions about me. So that they DON'T use me for things. Or talk even more. I do it because... I want to be my own secret. And I want to be able to HAVE secrets. Things that I CAN think about whenever I want. Things that only IIIIIIIIII know. To be me. In private. I just can't stand being someone I hate in front of so many people.

In a way, I do live in secret. Because I hide all the things I actually LIKE about myself. I should start a charity page. Pledges wellcome. Come and promise me that you won't talk about me behind my back. That you won't spread rumors. That you won't ruin everything I worked so hard to make... WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?!?!?!?!?! And the thing is. I thought it was almost over. I barely hear the voices anymore. I barely actively think about them. I do ALL the things I should be. And it doesn't work. I think I STILL FUCKING SOMEHOW think about them too much. Or something bullshit like that.

So, big sads today. Also can't sleep. This has been running on my mind for days. Today (well technically yesterday. Yes, April foolds day) was my mum's birthday. And I keep thinking about how smug she is with her little pathetic life. An alcoholic. A messy, disgusting hoarder. Obsessed with love she won't ever get. Come on. How long's it been??? Wouldn't Mr. Flirty have made a move by now? No! Don't go back to your abusive ex. Doesn't wash her hands. Trying to live out a 20's that's long gone. P.S. She's almost in her FIFTIES! XD GROW THE FUCK UP ALREADY! Therapy dodgeing vomit stain; you find on your shirt from WHEN YOU WERE SO DRUNK YOU KEPT THROWING UP AND FALLING ASLEEP ON YOUR BEDROOM FLOOR. Yu know, when that happened. I just called 999 because I thought they'd take you to a psych unit and I wouldn't have to live with you. XD

So... In conclusion, I gotta get skinny. So that even when I'm not alone, I'm OK. ALIVE. BEATING HEART.

#personal

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showinalittlelife · 1 year

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10 books to know me📚

Thank you @rays-of-raven for the tag!! I’m also going to ramble and quote some stuff from the books 🥰

1. If We Were Villains by M.L Rio- I dont even remember why I bought this book but all I can say is that it has me in a chokehold. I love it more than anything. Also I’m having a very difficult time picking a single favourite quote, but this is the most relatable one for me.

“For someone who loved words as much as I did, it was amazing how often they failed me.”

2. The perks of being a wallflower by Stephen Chbosky - I borrowed this from my school’s library and I’ve never been the same person since. The movie did the book kinda dirty but I still loved every second of it. I can’t pick one quote so here are my two favourites.

“We accept the love we think we deserve.”

“We are infinite.”

3. The Secret History by Donna Tartt- I have a lot of feelings about this book, mostly positive ones but the incest obviously threw me off a bit. Overall the story was very good and after reading the restaurant scene I could definitely understand why they killed Bunny. Also, again I can’t pick one quote.

“Cubitum eamus?”

“Forgive me for the things I did, but mostly for the ones I did not do.”

4. I’ll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson- I know exactly why I bought this book, I remember watching a vid about it and seeing that there are twins and I’m a twin, so I immediately bought it. This quote represents me and my twin brother pretty well.

“I love you” I say to him, only it comes out as, “hey”

“So damn much” he says back, only it comes out as, “dude.”

5. The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller- This book had me crying for hours, im still inconsolable. Can we talk about the fact that Achilles tried to slit his throat after seeing Patroclus’ corpse???

“I am made of memories.”

“What has Hector ever done to me?”

6. The outsiders by S.E Hinton- I actually watched the movie first but god the brainrot immediately made me buy the book.

“Stay gold, Ponyboy, stay gold.”

“Dally didn’t die a hero. He died violent and young and desperate, just like we all knew he’d die someday.”

7. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J.K Rowling- No explanation needed.

“Lupin was lowering his wand. Next moment, he had walked to Black’s side, seized his hand, pulled him to his feet so that Crookshanks fell to the floor, and embraced Black like a brother.”

“I would have died before I betrayed them.”

8. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D Salinger- I only bought this book because of an anime I watched and after reading it I definitely understood why that character in the anime loved it. I still associate it with him to this day.

“I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.”

9. Alas: Apollo and Hyacinthus by Richard C Gray- I was looking for a retelling of their story and coincidentally found this one. Its a really nice and short read.

“To have met you in my mere mortal life has been my privilege but to have been loved by you has become my immortality.”

10. Lottie and Lisa/ Das doppelte Lottchen- It was gifted to me by a friend of my mum, I adore this book. I used to read it every single night before going to sleep. I only have the original/German version so there won’t be a quote.

Hmmm, I think everyone I know has been tagged so far, but there’s one more person I need to do this. @neaverse (no pressure if you don’t want to!!)

#ooo this was funnn #I love talking about books

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Galactica, Chapter 105 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: The model apartment was overrun with foreign visitors, Violet’s first NYFW showing was tainted by being demoted back to Miss Fame’s office, and Pearl’s womanizing ways repeatedly landed her in hot water.

This Chapter: Galactica Runway Show Day! But will anyone come out alive?

***

Gigi sighed contently, still half asleep, as Symone shifted in her arms. With how packed the apartment was, they’d been sharing Symone’s bed and letting one of their Eastern European visitors take hers. (Gigi felt a little bad that she still didn’t know the girl’s name, but every time she said it, it sounded different.)

Normally, she might overthink the whole bed-sharing thing, especially this many days in a row, but since they literally had 3 other girls in the room (the one in her bed and 2 on the floor), it felt more like summer camp. It was nice, actually, having Symone so close and cuddly all night without any pressure or expectations. She pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, nose brushing against the silky edge of her bonnet.

Symone turned her head, whispering, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Gigi whispered back.

“Did you sleep okay?”

“Mmhmm…” Gigi touched her cheek, enjoying how perfectly soft and smooth it felt. How, in spite of the other girls in the room with them, the covers gave them their own private little cocoon of quiet warmth. “Did I tell you how pretty you looked last night?”

“No…but you can tell me now.” Symone grinned, fluttering her lashes.

Gigi giggled and kissed her on the nose.

“You were the most beautiful girl in the room,” she said honestly. “Nobody could take their eyes off you.”

“Well…I didn’t notice. I was just looking at you,” Symone replied, making Gigi’s cheeks heat up.

They’d been to a cocktail party celebrating Hugo Boss’s new cologne and perfume line, ‘Boss: the scent,’ which was a stupid name if you asked Gigi. Not that anyone did. It was still weird to her that so much of their job centered on events that they probably technically shouldn’t be allowed to attend, since neither of them were 20 years old yet. Although, at least they were over 18, unlike the girl in her bed right now, who she was pretty sure was barely 16 at most. She wanted to look after her, but on the other hand, what business did she have doing that when she felt like a kid herself most of the time? She shook the thought from her head and directed her attention back to her girlfriend.

Gigi leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Symone’s lips, when she was startled by a voice moaning out a distressed, “SYMOOOOONE!”

She sprang back a bit, lowering the covers, to see Tatianna clambering into their room, doing her best to avoid stepping on the girls on the floor, brow furrowed.

“OW!” one of the girls shrieked.

“Sorry!” Tati said, “Sorry, sorry…”

The girl sat up, rubbing her head with a petulant look on her face.

“Omigod, I’m freaking out about today! Did Sutan say anything about nails? Why am I freaking out?” Tati flung herself onto the bed, groaning, holding out her hands for Symone to inspect.

“You’ll be fine,” Symone assured her. “They chose you because they want you. Just take off the polish from yesterday and show up on time with me and Bim.”

Gigi swallowed. She still felt a little disappointed that she wasn’t walking in the Galactica show with Symone and Tati and Bimini—it felt strange to be one of the only “Amrull girls” not to book that job, like some black mark on her record.

“Tati, can I borrow this top?” someone called, poking their head into the room.

“Okay,” Tati sighed.

“Ladies!” Another visitor squeezed into their room, as Tia entered with a big smile. “Anyone up for a breakfast today besides fucking porridge? No shade to our dormitory mum, but I’m not Oliver Twist. Anyway, I heard that the Waverly Diner is quite nice. What do you say?”

“Sounds good to me!” Tati enthused.

“Yeah! What do you think, babe? We don’t have to be at Hilfiger until 11, but I know you had that other thing to take care of…” Symone turned to Gigi with one eyebrow raised, clearly giving her an out.

“Right. Um…”

“Can I come?” piped up a brunette from the floor, yawning.

“What thing?” Tia asked, head cocked.

Gigi liked Tia, she supposed. Or, she didn’t have any reason not to like Tia. Not a good reason, anyway, besides just feeling like there was something a little off about her energy. Something that rubbed her the wrong way.

“Nothing, I can come,” Gigi said.

“Smashing!”

“Coffee’ll be ready in 4 minutes!” shouted a voice from the hallway.

“That’s mine you bitch!” screamed another. Soon, the voices were indistinguishable, a cacophonous blend.

Gigi flopped back against the pillow, her quiet and peaceful little moment with Symone over as the chaos of the morning bloomed all around her, now impossible to ignore.

***

Raja watched as the Galactica staff moved swiftly backstage like a choreographed dance, everyone focusing on their individual tasks. She checked her watch. It was a men’s Rolex, the strap too thick for her wrist, but Raja liked wearing it, liked it a lot more than the slender feminine watches that didn’t exude the type of ‘fuck you’ power she needed. This particular one was a gift from Raven, a belated engagement gift given to her with a smirk and a request to test if it really was waterproof, Raja forcing Raven to come and come and come on her fingers until she sobbed into the sheets.

Raja pulled herself together, refocusing, thoughts of Raven’s body and the adorable way she cried for mercy really not what she needed on a day like today.

Fame always insisted on having their shows in the last slot of the day. While it did give her more hours to stress, it also meant that nobody had other shows and events to rush off to, so people were more relaxed. Or, as her business partner was now explaining to Shea, “In a more receptive head space. And, of course, there’s the added bonus that we can have our cocktail party immediately after the show.”

They were, somewhat miraculously, on schedule, the models slowly getting released from hair and makeup. Max had a backdrop set up in one corner so that he could document every look for internal and archival use, while Pearl snapped candids for social media and the website.

Raja knew Ivy had everything under control out in the house, her assistant keeping an eye on the floor personnel they had hired to manage the guests, the gift bags, and the press, the paparazzi probably already pulling up slowly.

“Raja…”

Raja turned to see Amy from makeup approaching, her signature candy-colored hair a bright blue to fuschia ombre done up in pigtails, her dress tiered ruffles that resembled an expensive cupcake, her tiny stature assisted by a pair of absolutely massive glittery purple platform boots. It wasn’t anything Raja would wear, but she appreciated the girl’s commitment to her signature look.

“Yes?”

“Sorry to interrupt, but we need your opinion in makeup. There’s a bit of an issue-”

“Of course, let’s go.” Raja threw away her coffee, following Amy to the other side of the backstage area—issue could be code for any number of things. She was always Fame’s second in command, but it was never clearer than when styling decisions needed to be made, Fame trusting Raja completely even as the entire reputation of their brand was on the line.

The issue in makeup was thankfully a small one; Amy simply needed Raja to make the final decision on a model who had gotten an accidental tan since the casting.

Raja was just about to leave, when she spotted Raven, who was sitting in one of the chairs, basically naked save for a couple of pasties and a beige thong. Raja did a double take, eyeing her up appreciatively, how her lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination, and maybe more charmingly, how she didn’t seem to notice that she was being watched.

Raven was chewing gum, her entire attention caught up in her phone, three stylists working on straightening her long black hair, and Raja couldn’t help but smile.

Enduring was all part of the modeling industry, the ability to completely disconnect from your body what separated the mediocre from the great, and though it seemed like her brother was losing faith, Raja still knew that Raven was the best.

***

The only thing keeping Violet’s raging anxiety in check was her years and experience at the ballet academy.

She was walking a few steps behind Fame and Shea, staying close in case she needed something, Nicky off with Ivy to be introduced to their more challenging tasks as Galactica assistants at a runway show.

It had been physically painful to walk away from her dress after putting it on Raven, but there was nothing left for her to do except hover, and no matter how much she wanted to, she didn’t have the opportunity for that. Not when Fame could need her.

Having Sutan over had accidentally helped her much more than she expected, the heavy weight of his body holding hers, his steady heartbeat and grounding presence keeping her mind from spinning out of control.

Violet took a deep breath through her nose, her fingers on the edge of her skirt. It would be torture to stand by Fame once the runway started instead of hiding away like she wanted to, but she had endured worse, and she’d live through this too.

***

Tati tried to stand still, doing her best not to think about what would happen if she damaged, or even creased, the priceless couture skirt she had on. She was a bundle of nerves, nerves she’d really hoped would have gone away by now. After all, she’d walked in four shows already this week, but this was different. This wasn’t Reed Krakoof, this was Galactica.

Even when she’d arrived, there’d already been paparazzi setting up. By now, there must be loads more. Plus, so many people who could literally determine the fate of her career—Sutan, of course, and Bianca, who she really hoped didn’t regret giving her the recommendation in the first place. Not to mention the buyers, the brands, the biggest movers and shakers in the fashion world, front and center, eyes on her.

It would probably be fine once she hit the runway. She knew that, at least, from her other shows this week. Once the lights were on, she tended to zone out and hyperfocus on her walk, her poses, forgetting everything. Backstage was another story.

Without moving her head, she shifted her gaze to Amy, who was pressing a last coat of highlighter into her cheeks with surgical precision. She hadn’t spoken to Amy too much the last time they worked together, but she knew that Courtney liked her a lot, and she seemed like a really fun girl. She wondered if there was any subtle way to bring up that insane Raven drama—a little gossip would certainly help keep her mind off things. Although, seeing as how Raven was currently present, and the star of the show, maybe that wasn’t such a great idea. Better keep her mouth shut.

Just then, Pearl Liaison strolled by. She’d been snapping some Behind the Scenes photos for their social media. She took a couple of shots of Tati and Amy before lowering her camera and giving a lopsided grin.

“You look great,” she purred, then tilted her head, letting the camera rest on her shoulder. “Have I seen you somewhere before?”

Tati blinked at her for a full second before asking, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Oh shit.” Pearl’s blue eyes widened, and she gave Tati another flirty once-over. “We haven’t slept together before, have we? Because I’m sure I’d remember-”

“No, we haven’t slept together!” Tati said, trying her absolute best to keep her voice civil. After all, this was still a job, and pissing off Galactica’s social media coordinator, or whatever the hell Pearl’s job title was, would probably not be the smartest thing. But what an absolute twat she was. “Jesus christ. But we have hung out, like repeatedly. ‘Cause I’m friends with Adore Delano? And Courtney Jenek?”

“Oh…” Pearl’s face fell a bit, at least managing to look a little chagrined.

“Yeah, oh. So you’re like, kind of barking up the wrong fucking tree.” Tati said, crossing her arms. She couldn’t believe the gall of this girl.

“Right.” Pearl cleared her throat awkwardly, taking a step back. “Uh, sorry…um…tell Adore I said hi.”

April was triple-checking that all the clothes for the changes were properly tagged when she saw the trainwreck begin, and then watched it all unfold with morbid glee. For years, she’d witnessed every woman Pearl so much as glance at throw themself at her feet, so seeing someone so blatantly reject her advances was hilariously refreshing.

“Uh, sorry…um…tell Adore I said hi,” Pearl was telling her, clearly a bit embarrassed.

“No.” Tati replied flatly.

At that, April couldn’t help but let out a snorting laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand but it was too late. Pearl looked over at her, giving her a bit of a dirty look. She waved back, owning it.

“Liaison! Come here!” she called, a delighted grin still on her face.

Pearl walked over, a look on her face that was an unfamiliar cross between a scowl and a pout, the expression of someone clearly used to getting her way 100% of the time, disoriented by this turn of events where one thing didn’t come out in her favor.

“What?” Pearl asked.

“Nothing,” April giggled, “Just nice to see you get taken down a peg. Also, you’re welcome for rescuing you from that awkwardness.”

“Thanks a lot.” Pearl huffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

April laughed again, reaching forward to tug on her hair. “Come on, it was funny. And it’s not like your ego can’t take it.”

“You don’t know what my ego can take. Maybe I have very low self esteem,” Pearl said, tossing her hair.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe that was really devastating for me,” she continued, playing it up, one hand on her heart, brow furrowed, full lips quivering.

“Hmm…yeah, you’re right, I’m sorry.” April placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tell you what. Assuming we all survive this show in one piece, I’ll nurse your wounds at the afterparty.”

“Deal,” Pearl said, holding up her fist to bump with April’s.

“Now get outta here and let me finish my work.”

***

Fame chewed her thumb nail, trying not to be too obvious about it with Shea beside her, as she watched the live feed on the backstage screen, cameras mounted to the end of the runway, just behind the photography pit.

The first model had done well, the opening exactly as Fame had imagined it, Alexis’s dress a masterpiece, the looks now coming one after the other.

This was her collection, her vision come to life. The models practically floated down the runway, all perfectly embodying the exact feeling she’d dreamed of, a fresh breeze whipping your linen skirt around your legs while your yacht sailed through the harbor at dusk, chilled white wine in hand. They looked expensive and sophisticated, healthy and untouchable, exactly like a Galactica woman should.

Fame tried not to look out at the audience, tried to keep her thoughts in check.

The 16 minutes a Galactica show usually took always seemed to drag on forever, while also being gone in seconds, and before Fame could blink, the music changed and Raven stepped onto the runway.

“How do I look-“

Fame didn’t even need to finish, Raja right behind her, the models lined up to go again as soon as Raven gave her final pose.

“Fucking fantastic, Famie,” Raja smiled, squeezing her arm, “Now put this in your pocket.” She took her hand, gently directing it out of view, “and go kill it.”

“As long as it doesn’t kill me.” Fame hated being on stage, her appearance for the end of show bow and applause famously short, but the suffering was worth it, since the ovation meant that they had made it yet again.

***

Raven was bubbling over, happiness tight in her chest as she waited for someone to come undress her, Violet’s gown without a doubt going to the archives, the reception of it too good for it to not be regarded as a pivotal part of Galactica’s design history.

The show had gone well, the front rows even standing up when Raja and Fame had appeared on stage.

It didn’t last long, cameras flashing more than a lightning storm to make sure they got a photo, Fame taking a single bow while Raja had stayed behind to wave.

“Princess!”

Raven turned, watching as Raja came walking towards her, grabbing her before she had a chance to protest, pulling her into a hug.

“Raja!” Raven tried to pull back, attempting to put distance between Raja and what she was wearing, grabbing the skirt to protect it and pull it off the floor. “You’ll step on the dress-“

“You,” Raja put a hand on Raven’s cheek, guiding her in, holding her, controlling her, their eyes locked together, “were utter perfection.”

Raja kissed her, and Raven melted, the feeling of making Raja proud one of the most satisfying sensations in the world.

Bianca picked up her purse, thinking to herself what an impressive show she’d seen, especially that breathtaking finale dress. She felt a little conflicted about skipping the party. She’d gotten an invite, but for the first time, no handwritten note from Fame or Raja, and when she’d caught Fame’s eye after the show ended, Fame turned her back, clearly not wanting to talk to her. The message was pretty apparent, and if she’d been on the fence when the day began, she now felt fairly certain that she’d be an unwelcome sight.

She fished her coat check ticket out of her Birkin and held it up subtly as an eagle-eyed assistant rushed over to take it from her hand, only to then look over into her sister’s scowling face.

“What?”

“What do you think you’re doing?” Adore asked, arms crossed.

Bianca sighed. They’d talked about this, albeit briefly, and she’d told Adore that she wasn’t sure if she’d attend the party; maybe she’d stop by, although she probably wouldn’t stay long.

“Look, it’s just not gonna happen tonight, pussycat-��

“You can’t leave. You’re my date,” Adore cajoled.

“Nice try,” Bianca grinned, poking her gently in the ribs. “But Alaska’s your date, remember?”

“No, that doesn’t count, she’s working.” Adore turned her mouth down into a pout, giving her very best puppy eyes. “Come on…”

“You come on. It’s not like I’m abandoning you to a roomful of strangers. Alaska’s here, your friend Tati’s here. Hell, it’s a whole fucking party full of people who love you. So-”

“They love you too.”

Bianca bit her lip. She knew that Adore wanted things to get back to normal. And of course, she did too, but unfortunately, wanting it didn’t make it true.

“That…is debatable, at the moment,” Bianca said quietly.

Adore furrowed her brow, a look of desperation in her eyes. She opened her mouth, about to protest, as the assistant returned with Bianca’s forest green vintage Versace trench.

Bianca smiled graciously, thanking her, as the young woman helped her into it, then leaned forward to give Adore a peck on the cheek. “Tell you what. You make nice, play family ambassador, and I’ll keep on supporting you in the lifestyle to which you’ve become accustomed. Sound fair?”

“Please, B, just-”

“Leaving so soon?” cooed a familiar voice, right in her ear.

Bianca turned around, sighing slightly. “Hey, De. What’s up?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Bianca Del Rio. Why are you running out so fast? Got a hot date?” Detox smirked, his eyes glittering in the low light like they always did when he was on the trail of a good story.

“If you must know–”

“Always!”

“I have another commitment. I’m a very busy woman.”

Detox crossed his arms. “Another commitment? On the day of the girls’ show? Really?”

“What’s it to ya?”

Detox smiled, that slimy smile that said he knew something about you. Bianca rolled her eyes.

“De, tell her to stay,” Adore said, “At least for one drink.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Adore,” Detox said, tapping his chin as he pretended to think deeply with his single brain cell. “These other plans she has must be very important. Better hurry, get there while they’re still…young and perky.”

Adore facepalmed, clearly expecting more from him (why, Bianca wasn’t sure, it was completely expected for him to be exactly that tasteless).

“Grow up, Detox,” Bianca scoffed, and began to walk away.

“Bet you don’t tell her that, do you?” Detox called after her.

Bianca turned and looked back at him, eyes narrowed. “Awww, look who’s all brave, wearing his big boy panties when the wifey’s not around to keep him in line.”

“Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it,” he laughed, holding up his hands in mock innocence.

“You’re an asshole.” Bianca shook her head, slipping on her sunglasses. It may have been nearly dark outside, but she didn’t want to deal with the press right now.

“And you’re a-”

“Ughhh, you guys! Stop!” Adore groaned.

Bianca looked at her, lowering her shades. “I’ll call you tomorrow. Stop stressing, it’ll all be fine. I promise. You can tell them I loved the show.”

“Okay,” Adore sighed. “Goodnight.”

“G’night, pussycat.”

“No goodnight for me?” Detox asked.

“Goodnight, cunt!” Bianca said, turning back around and heading for the door, hearing his laughter fade as she went.

“Thank you so much for the opportunity.” Sutan smiled, squeezing the hand of the man he was talking to. “I’ll make sure to email your people, and we’ll see what we can do.”

“You’re the best, Amrull!”

“You know it.”

Sutan kept the smile on his face as he walked away, pulling his phone from his pocket to send a quick reminder to himself.

He was almost done with his official work for the day, networking on behalf of his models always intense after a really good show, and there was a reason that Galactica was known as the best in the business.

He had taken time to give each of his girls individual feedback, Raven rolling her eyes while Bimini had laughed at him, but Symone and especially Tatianna had seemed like they were paying attention.

The show had been incredible, Sutan watching it from the front row, everything coming together and working seamlessly, Fame’s intense attention to detail and endless drive for perfection stamped all over the collection.

When Raven had stepped on the stage, an excited murmur rippled through the crowd, and Sutan had felt his heart swell with pride, Violet’s dress so distinctive, so very her, the gown the perfect way to close the show.

“Sutan!”

Sutan turned, almost dropping his phone as Violet threw herself at him, Fame finally releasing her from her iron grip.

“Did you see?!” Violet was smiling widely, happiness radiating from her. She had changed her clothes since he last saw her, her black dress obviously picked to blend into the background at the cocktail party.

“I did, I did,“ Sutan chuckled, the public enthusiasm so unlike the Violet he knew, her beautiful smile something he usually only saw in private. “You did amazing.”

“It didn’t fall apart or anything!”

“Didn’t fall apart?” Sutan raised a brow, surprise overtaking him. He couldn’t remember that ever happening to a Galactica piece, their tailoring department always doing their job, and Raven had been raised right, his soon to be sister-in-law knowing how to walk so she never risked tripping on a hem.

He was about to question it, to ask why Violet would think that, but then, he remembered who he was talking to.

His Violet, his girlfriend, the wonderful woman who more often than not wound herself so tight he was scared she’d snap.

Of course she had worried until the very last second.

“Oh lovely eyes.”

“I know, I know,” Violet laughed, clearly so thrilled and elated, the anxiety that Sutan had seen wear her down completely obliterated from her gorgeous face.

“I’m really proud of you.” Sutan knew they were in public, but when he leaned down to give her a peck, Violet put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for an actual kiss. He felt his heart sore, a happy Violet beyond delightful. They broke apart, and Sutan grinned, “Let’s go get you a drink.”

“I don’t know…” Violet bit her lip, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. “I’m technically at work…”

“Hey. If needed, I’ll deal with Fame.” Sutan squeezed her, knowing that he meant it, that he’d be willing to do that for her if she needed it. “You deserve to celebrate. Champagne for the lady at the very least!”

“Okay.” Violet smiled, his girlfriend adorably easy to convince, like she had been waiting for permission that Sutan was more than willing to give her. “Okay.”

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rachymarie · 1 year

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Cyclone Update:

Day 7 with no power. Wishing and waiting. Hoping that we get power soon before they start introducing rolling blackouts, as has been rumoured. We need time to catch up power-wise to those that got power two nights ago. Constantly exhausted, and think mum is starting to understand a bit what it's like to be exhausted all the time (as per my mental illness), we've been saying "I just don't have the spoons for that".

People have been really nice offering help and quite a few local businesses have been giving away free food/hot food (meanwhile the supermarkets have been taking advantage and hiking up their prices then labelling them as !low price deals! 🙄

Pre-cyclone we had been wondering where the so-called bread shortage was that was forecast for this year - well now we're seeing it. Bread has become a bit of a commodity. Just wish my friends with power back would offer to drop some ice packs off in our letterbox so we can at least make a vain attempt to eek out the use of our refrigerated food. But only in the letterbox cos we don't have the spoons to be chatty/social right now.

Police Eagle helicopters are having to patrol the streets from the sky at night, thermal imaging and everything apparently. This is to stop the looters. Am hearing that people are stabbing people for food in supermarket car parks/atms and there's been a gunman that MAY or may not have taken a baby hostage the other night.

Of course the mainstream news is being notoriously useless at reporting on the devastation/what's going on here because a they care about is Auckland and Coromandel. Which, yeah it sucks for them but we still need news coverage too as half the country/world don't seem to realize what's going on here. It's kinda chaotic

Also, my telco Spark finally gave me my free 5gb as per their Connection Promise, but it didn't come until I messaged them in the Spark app. I did that early this morning and they replied within about 2 hours and had it sorted which was good. Still a bit nervous about whether the 10.3gb I have now will last me through the rest of this powercut but I hope so. So apologies for not blogging like I usially do with pictures/reblogs but I can't really afford the data to load/browse pics and videos as usual. Also in power saving mode which only allows 4 apps of your choice on top of the basic essentials such as Settings.

It's been especially hard for me as no access to my usual coping mechanisms that require wifi.

Of course that's nothing compared to people who have lost family/friends/homes but it's just been a really hard time on my mental health, with me accidentally overdosing on an anxiety med the other night cos I was so tired and in the dark so couldn't see much and didn't read the label.

So yeah we got advised to take me to the hospital immediately cos I'd had some red wine earlier with bbq dinner but I didn't know that at the time bc that info was kept from me so as not to stress me out further cos we couldn't actually physically get to the hospital as all the bridges into the next city, where our only hospital is, were washed away etc in the cyclone. So instead i was to be monitored every few hours for 6 hours.

Mum got really stressed which was what I was trying to avoid by taking that pill so yeah major fail on my part :/

So now I'm just trying to avoid that particular med and keep ontop of my regular ones and get lots of sleep where I can (usually my afternoon nap as I often have terrible sleep at night). Just tryin to babysit my mental illness as best I can out here.

So power asap would be great. We've been through enough already. We've half lost hope and half hopeful that it will be soon.

In the meantime I might try get back to sorting/organizing my room out especially since it's been hard to deal with that dang drawer unit in the middle of the floor in front of the wardrobe, waiting to be filled and put in the other corner of the room. And with all the clutter it's easier to trip at night in the dark (as per no power)

One upside is that we've got some sweet new solar lamps. Sorry if tmi

#spoonie #spoonie in a cyclone #Cyclone Gabrielle #Gabrielle #New Zealand #Spoonie: cyclone edition #tw overdose #content warning overdose #tmi

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ginnyw-potter · 2 years

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Request for fic both Harry and Voldemort die at the same time

I cried writing this so you better cry reading it, it's an exchange. Also posted in the collection 'The Battle of Hogwarts Revisited'

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Wand Lore

Harry twitched the hawthorn wand, and he felt the eyes of everyone in the Hall upon it.

“So it all comes down to this, doesn’t it?” whispered Harry. “Does the wand in your hand know its last master was disarmed? Because if it does… I am the true master of the Elder Wand.”

Then Voldemort did something no one had expected. He turned around and whipped his wand, slicing the person’s throat and forcefully took their wand.

A red-gold glow burst suddenly across the enchanted sky above them, as an edge of the dazzling sun appeared over the sill of the nearest window. The light hit both of their faces at the same time, so that Voldemort’s was suddenly a flaming blur. Harry knew he could not rely on the wand's connection now. Harry heard the high voice shriek as he too, yelled. He knew there was nothing shielding him and his wand would offer no protection. So he did the only thing he could to end this.

“Avada Kedavra!”

The bang was like a cannon blast and two green jets erupted from their wands. No one in the Hall was moving or even breathing as the jets crossed each other. Voldemort fell backwards with a mundane finality, his body feeble and shrunken. When the beam hit Harry, he fell backwards, into the arms of the bystanders who softly caught him. For an eternal second, everything was silent. Then screams and yells erupted from every corner of the Hall. They had won but at a terrible price. The Boy who had sacrificed himself time and time again. The Boy who had already suffered so much in his short life. The Boy Who Lived was no more.

Gentle hands lowered Harry onto the ground. No one was looking at Tom Riddle’s body, everyone crowded around their saviour. Ginny pushed through the crowd, having finally broken free from Bill’s grip. As the other people stepped back, she reached him. She kneeled down and put his head on her lap. Her hands around his face, soft and loving. The pain was starting to tear through her and she tried her best to control her sobs. Hermione and Ron fell down beside Harry’s body too, they were holding each other as they cried, not quite believing what they were seeing. Mr Weasley crouched down beside Ginny. He took Harry’s glasses off and softly closed his eyes so he appeared to be sleeping. Mr Weasley softly placed Harry’s glasses back on his nose. He reached out to Ginny.

“Ginny-” he started but she objected.

“No!” She could not leave him, not just yet. Everyone in the crowd was joining hands, several hands landed on her shoulder. Hermione reached out and held her hand too. Harry’s name was spoken over and over again, honouring him. A soft golden glow was being emitted above them, like a charm laying over all of them, bringing comfort to the mourners. It brought Ginny comfort too. It would not heal her, but it soothed her. She sat there for quite a while before she moved. She softly rested Harry’s head on the floor and wiped her tears though they were still falling. She pushed herself up and two pairs of hands supported her as she stood up. It was Neville and George. Hermione and Ron stood up too. They watched as Kingsley moved in and together with Mr Weasley pick up Harry’s body. They laid him to rest between Fred and Remus. When she looked around she noticed Voldemort’s body had been removed, away from the others.

People started moving and speaking. Wounds were being mended, Ginny was not sure what she was doing. Eventually she ended up at a table and someone had put soup in front of her. Her mother came to sit beside her and put an arm around her. She was only vaguely aware of it as she was trying not to crumble. She took a few sips of soup to please her mom. She was barely holding it together at all. Her mum looked in surprise as she stood up.

“I need some sleep,” she heard herself say and she attempted to smile. Mrs Weasley let her go but watched her with a worried look until she exited the Great Hall.

Ginny’s legs carried her to the Gryffindor common room. There were only a few people walking about the castle and she was glad that most of them did not pay her any attention. She walked through the common room and up to her old dorm room. She closed the door behind her and had the mind to cast a silencing charm on the door. She got onto her bed as the tears started to blur her vision. Sob after sob shook her body as they escaped her throat and she screamed until her voice felt raw. It would never equate to the pain she was feeling within. Tears kept spilling and she could not stop them, even if she wanted to. The loss was too great.

When Hermione came to check on her later, she was still atop of her covers, tears dried on her cheeks. Hermione moved to pull the covers over her and put her wand on the nightstand. Hermione walked down the steps back to the common room to Ron who waited for her. He kissed her temple softly.

“How is she?” he asked. Hermione sighed.

“She is asleep,” she said and Ron nodded, “Good.”

***

“Teddy, get back here. If I don’t bring you back whole, your grandma will be very cross!” Ginny tried as she ran after the three-year-old. The blue-haired boy giggled as he ran down Diagon Alley and turned around at Ginny with a grin, not seeing the person in front of him. Teddy stopped as he bumped into a guy walking the opposite way. Fearfully he looked up, his hair turning a mousy brown. Ginny caught up with him.

“I am so sorry, he is so fast!” she apologised, reaching the guy. He had brown hair and a piercing look.

“Is he your son?” the guy asked as Ginny went to pick up Teddy.

“Yes, no. It is complicated,” she said, how do you explain this is the godson of your dead ex-boyfriend without going into horrible detail.

“I don’t think I have seen you at Hogwarts? You seem to be around my age,” Ginny pointed out.

“I grew up in France, my mother is French. I am Gabriel Longbottom,” he introduced himself. Ginny moved Teddy to her other arm to shake his held out hand.

“Longbottom…,” she raised her eyebrows, “Are you by chance related to Neville?”

He nodded as they moved to the side of Diagon Ally to get out of people’s way.

“A distant cousin. I didn’t get your name?”

“Ginny,” she spoke, the Weasley name had become too famous and if he had not recognised her immediately, she was not about to let her name ring any bells.

“I was just heading to get a sundae, apparently they’re really good. I just arrived in London last week. Care to join?” Gabriel asked. Ginny contemplated it for a second. It had been three years and he seemed nice. After all, it was just ice cream, it didn’t have to mean anything.

“Teds, do you want some ice cream with chocolate sprinkles?” she asked the toddler, whose eyes lit up at once. Ginny chuckled.

“I think that’s a yes.”

They started walking towards Florean Fortescue’s together.

“So, I assume you went to Beauxbatons?” Ginny wondered out loud. He nodded in confirmation.

“You may know my sister-in-law, Fleur Delacour.”

“Oh her. We didn’t get on particularly well,” he admitted honestly. Ginny beamed.

“I feel like we will.”

#harry potter #voldemort #ginny weasley #fic request #battle of hogwarts #ginny #weasley #harry #potter #fic

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SAU, LA'U TAMA AULELEI - CHAPTER 10 !

pairings; teen!miguel o'hara x fem samoan oc

summary; Siana learns things the hard way. So does Miguel.

warnings/notes; phone sex 🥲 underage sex, gabriel getting walked in on F-F-FUCKING, a lil sprinkle of manaias mum and her lore 😞😉 jealous miguel, busted my ass trying to spell everything in samoan, and its still shit mb gang. trifling ass gabriel 😭 not proofread

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One can only imagine the humiliation someone can experience when they're weeping on the small, sharp rocks laid out in front of the house they once called home. Their fragile body can do nothing but shake and tremble as tears fall continuously down their hot face.

Those in Samoa who didn't have properly built walls around the comfort of their home, just a few pillars to hold a roof, were expected to hear the commotion from the larger house that they enclosed.

"Ga'o lou kē kē mai i lou kaemaile," A voice spat. A voice that held such authority over the poor teenagee that trembled on the ground. "Alu ese ma i!" [1 - just looking over here, you dogshit] [2 - get away from here!]

"Fa'amole, tinā. Fa'amagalo mai iā ke a'u," A held-back cry had been broken into a fit of multiple coughs. Sweaty palms had clasped together as if in prayer, trembling in the cold night, their hot cheeks that stung from numerous blows to the face had only added to the displeasure. The disgust. The shame. [Please mum, forgive me]

Siana was only 17 when she was kicked out of her family home. She was a disgrace, a disappointment, anything but a daughter in her parent's eyes. Her title as a Chief's and Pastor's only daughter was stripped away from her, leading to nothing. 17, pregnant, and with the little money she had in her pocket, she endured a walk of shame as eyes watched her leave her village. She was left living in the streets of Apia.

There isn't much a girl at her age can do when alone with little money and dressed in clothes that'll start to stink within the next day or two, as well as jobless. She most definitely wasn't going to be comfortable sleeping on the hard, freezing floor in front of the small shops she used to hang around with her friends. And she most definitely wasn't going to find it easy sleeping at all near those who were homeless, those who she made fun of with her friends for not having a proper roof over their heads. Now look at her. Alone, cold, and homeless.

Her knowledge of the work field was limited to nothing. How could she know anything? She was a spoilt child with no sense of knowledge on anything but her wants and needs. She didn't think that other teenagers her age needed to work because she didn't. She had money, food, a warm place to sleep; and necessities that people her age had to work for when their parents had it hard.

Nonetheless, Siana found herself sitting down, head and back against a wall while she had her arms wrapped around her legs that were clutched tight to her chest. There, she slept for the night.

Miguel had woken up in annoyance, scratching the back of his head roughly as he sat up. Heavy hands run through his soft brown hair, "Fuck," he mutters. He looks over to his alarm clock and it reads 3:16 am. Miguel wasn't the type to wake up in the middle of the night for nothing. Something had reached his ears, he's not crazy, he knows he isn't.

He sighs and tries not to think too deeply about his sudden awakening, now resting his back against the headboard. Sucking in a deep breath, arms now crossed against his chest. He closes his eyes to relax, taking in the silence and slow breathing as a source of meditation. He doesn't remember much of his dream before it was ruined. What he does however remember, is holding the face of the most beautiful girl he's ever laid his eyes on.

Her face was like a puzzle piece that fit perfectly between his larger hands. Her doe eyes caught him in a trance, long eyelashes fluttering up at him. Miguel's hands were gentle with her, a thumb strumming against her smooth cheek, admiring her eternal beauty. Ever so plump lips curve into a gorgeous smile, then form into a shy grin as her eyes avert their gaze from his own. Honey brown eyes are forced to look into his own as he chuckles deeply, his head tilting as he follows her moving gaze.

"Look at me, Manaia," he finally whispers to calm her flustered state. She complies, now looking at up him with those same beautiful eyes. His eyes drop down to her lips as they open, "Miggy-"

"M-Mh! Gabriel" a distorted whimper calls out from the room next to Miguel's.

Then he finally hears what woke him up. He knew it, he knew he wasn't crazy.

Annoyed and furious. Miguel rushes and rips away his sheets from himself, getting up and putting on his night glasses. Too enraged, he walked out of his room without a shirt, the cold air of the early hours in the morning was most definitely not his main concern.

Without knocking, Miguel opens the door to Gabriel's room.

Gabriel whose face turns into disbelief, grabs his blanket to cover the lower half of his body at the sound of his door being opened.

"What the fuck is wro-"

"Who is it?" Miguel stomps closer, not caring about whatever the fuck he caught his brother doing.

"What-" Gabriel reaches along his bed and puts on his shirt that was disregarded an hour prior to cover himself more at each step Miguel took.

"Hang the fucking phone up," his nose flares, eyebrows creased. Not caring for answer, a loud bang is heard when Miguel hoists Gabriel by the collar of his shirt and slams him against his headboard, to which Gabriel groans, his own hands trying to push Miguel away, "Who the hell were you calling!?" Miguel yells.

If Gabriel weren't much of a fool, he would've noticed the slightly hurt tone in his older brother's voice. He could've also seen the tears that threatened to fall.

"Fuck! Get off me!" his hands flare everywhere, "I already hung up when you barged in like a fucking psycho!"

Still not getting the answer he needed, Miguel pulls his brother forward and harshly back against the headboard. Gabriel coughs harshly. Miguel sucks a breath in. He had to ask. He had to know.

And with what he asks, and what answer he gets is going to be all on him for being too overdrawn by emotion.

With a shaky breath, he glares into Gabriel's soul, "Was it Manaia you were on call with?

Gabriel, now stunned, his flaring hands had rested against his bed to keep himself up. A smirk arose on his face, all shock and anger had been thrown away. With a prideful grin, he chuckles deeply, "Yeah, it was her, Miggy. Got a problem?"

There was no way. There was no way in Hell it was her.

"Show me. Show me your fucking call history," he watches Gabriel grab his phone, "Don't move your phone away and delete shit. Unlock your phone and show me, Gabriel."

As Gabriel unlocks his phone, he taps onto the call app and shows his history.

Miguel's heart drops and shatters into pieces. Lo and behold the top name on his call list.

Manaia 💜 last ongoing call was at 3:19 pm

Sione <3: na na na come onnn

Sione <3: 'cause i may be bad but im perfectly good at itttttt

Sione <3: sex in the airrrr idc i love the smell of ittttttt

naia fiyah: what do you want dood 😞

naia fiyah: u started the song off wrong btw 😕🤞

Sione <3: mf why did you deactivate your insta account again 😒 yo ass is always trynna be mysterious

naia fiyah: BECAUSE WE HAVE EXAMS IN TWO WEEKS MAYBEEEE? yk my routine stupid tongan

Sione <3: youve been hanging around david and kiuga too much to get that language

Sione <3: and come school you ass, im in the library by myself and you've been coming late for the past week 🥲 imy

naia fiyah: my mum had one of those nights again, i have to wait until she wakes up and make sure she eats :(( and yk pele never does things around the house

naia fiyah: and not a lot of buses come around my house around 8, ill be there during first breakkk

naia fiyah: oh and i have a favor to ask sione

Sione <3: nope

naia fiyah: please i'll buy u food :(

Sione <3: aww u love me that much you'd spend money on me 🥹 u broke asssss

Sione <3: what is it dawg

naia fiyah: i really need to talk to miguel, i dont have his number and i wanted to apologise to him for something and i feel bad

Sione whines into his arm, "Stupid Samoan," he cries. Hiding his face in the arch of his bent arm, the other arm stretched out to watch his screen turn black. He sends a quick text confirming his part in the favour.

"Good morning, Sione," Miguel greets from behind, "Are you okay?"

Sione turns around and is met with Gabriel instead.

Oh.

Sione had forgotten how eerily similar, yet oddly different the O'Hara brothers were. The voice, hair, and face in some way were nearly the same.

Gabriel hadn't been in his new high school for more than two months, and people already mixed him up with the older O'Hara. None can blame him. One can, however, distinguish who was who if they tried.

Miguel was taller. On the buff side. Speaks only when spoken to. Most of all, he never talks to girls in the way they want to be spoken to, let alone touched. Miguel doesn't talk to girls in general, unless it's Manaia. For good reason, of course.

But now that reason was gone.

Gabriel on the other hand? He was lean and tall, but overthrown by his brother. For sure, friend requests were blowing up his phone by the time he had gotten home on his first day.

Sione nods his head in acknowledgement, "Uh yeah, yeah, m'fine. Thanks, Gabriel."

As much as Sione was desperate to befriend the younger sibling of his close friend, he wanted to back out of that idea. The eagerness compared to weeks ago was gone. He had no relation to Gabriel outside of school like he did with Miguel, and he had a feeling as to why. So he distanced himself from Gabriel as much as he could.

"Ah, good morning, Miggy," Gabriel sends a smirk to Miguel, the said boy who makes his way over to both of the teenagers.

Sione feels relief at the sight of his friend.

Miguel grumbles, his piercing eyes never leaving Sione, not wanting to ever look his brother in the eye. He takes a seat beside Sione, facing away from Gabriel, who stays standing up.

"Morning, Miguel. Manaia said she'd be here late, BUT- she does want to talk to you," he wraps a friendly arm around Miguel's shoulder. He feels disheartened when he gets shrugged off.

He chuckles dryly, looking over to Gabriel, "Like she'd want to talk to me. She was talking an awful lot last night with Gabriel."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Sione asks.

He looks back and forth between Miguel and Gabriel. To this, Gabriel just shrugs and lets out a small laugh before walking off.

"Oh, you're so funny, Gabriel!" a chuckle had left Manaia, she covers her mouth as she continues walking.

She has just arrived when the first break of the day started. She was greeted by Gabriel first, she didn't have a chance to find the rest of her friends as his arm was already draped along her shoulder.

Losing track of time, the bell had already gone as they spent their time together laughing and mucking around together.

Manaia while slightly disheartened at not seeing Sione, she turns to look at Gabriel.

"I have to go now, Gabri. I have English with Sione and Miguel now," she doesn't fight back a smile at the mention of the said O'Hara. Gabriel notices and bites back a smile himself.

"Oh right, yeah, Miguel," he looks down at the beautiful girl and gives her a feigned sad look. "You're interested in my brother, I'm guessing?"

Manaia hides her face in her hands, "No, not at all!"

"Hm, sure, sure."

All she had to do was say yes, and his plan was intact.

"Now, I thought you were a good girl. Don't good girls tell the truth?" Gabriel raises a brow, his free hand tickling her side.

She giggles, "Okay! Okay!"

She stops her steps, and Gabriel follows.

Now completely facing him, she takes his hands into hers and sways side to side to keep herself content, trying to ignore the shy feeling deep inside of her at the thought of Miguel.

"Miguel and I had a bit of an argument not too long ago," she shows a small pout, "But I want to be close to him again."

Perfect.

"Oh? That's perfect. I can help you out, Manaia," his charming smile hid his devious smirk.

Everything was in his favour.

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara smut #miguel o’hara fanfic #miguel o’hara x reader

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rubyperic-09 · 17 days

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In Love

a/n: I wrote a whole ass novel about a year ago and I thought I'd release the first chapter to see if anyone likes it! let me know if you want me to release any more of it or if you have any feedback xoxo summary: idk, this is a preview to the whole book I guess but idk how to sum it up, anyone got any ideas? w/c: 1114 TW: vomit, mentions of alcohol usage, mentions of being drunk, mentions of bullying, hospital, mentions of mental breakdowns. let me know if I've missed anything xx

chapter 1

I wake up lying on the floor of my bedroom. I have no idea why I am there. The last thing I remember is throwing up in a plant pot and being brought home by Henry’s boyfriend Michael. I got drunk at a party last night. So drunk that I passed out and had to be dragged home. I only got drunk because I had a crap week and I wanted to forget about it. But obviously that didn’t work. I get up off the floor and put on a jumper. I have a pounding headache, but that does not stop me from struggling up the stairs and into Henry’s room. Michael was still here. I did not expect him to drive all the way home in the dark, but I also didn’t expect him to be sleeping in my brother’s bed while my parents were under the impression he was on the spare mattress on the floor.

I am Ivy Green. I have a brother named Henry, who came out to my parents around three months ago, but still hadn’t come out to me until about a week ago. Henry was my best friend for about three years. We did everything together. If there was another one of Lilly Scott’s stupid Halloween parties, we went together with corresponding costumes. Henry and I went to the same school for the entire of primary school, and majority of high school. But then we moved. I stayed in Brisbane, Queensland, for the rest of my eleventh year and lived with my girlfriend Lilly. While Henry moved with my parents to Melbourne, Victoria, and was home-schooled for the rest of year nine. This was not something my brother enjoyed, but he didn’t have much choice. It was either be home-schooled or be half a semester behind in his schooling. So, he obviously chose to home-school.

I moved back in with my family about a month ago, so it hasn’t really been that long. It was nothing like I had expected. I don’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t this. The city was so “small” compared to Brisbane, and I didn’t know anyone. In fact, I still barely know anyone. I barely even know my brother at this point. I always got the sense that something was different about my brother; Ever since he was little, he didn’t “fit in” with the other kids at school. He was always spending time with me because no-one in his year liked him very much. This did not turn out very well for my brother. For majority of Henry’s first high school year, he was bullied for hanging out with me. He was always getting into fights and picked last in groups at school, but he knew how to defend himself. Or at least I thought he did.

Last year when we were in Brisbane my mum got a call from the school. She unsuspectingly answered the phone with a happy look on her face, but that changed very quickly. Her expression darkened and her voiced changed from, cheerful to serious and worried. In a matter of seconds, she had dragged me out to the car grabbed a whole lot of random things including, my brother’s favorite book, my laptop, her laptop, a bunch of important paperwork, her phone, and a group of other things you might need to keep yourself sane. She was on the phone to my father at the same time as driving. I had no idea what she was saying, but she sounded worried, which doesn’t happen very often, and that made me worried.

My brother had gotten into a fight with some of the year eleven boys in my class. They were teasing him for hanging out with my friend Lilly and saw the perfect opportunity to hurt someone and they took it. My brother fought back until he was hit in the head with a book and passed out. He would have been fine… If he hadn’t fallen directly into the garden fence. He still has the scars to prove it, but I can’t help thinking that it was all my fault. He is fine now, but he couldn’t breathe properly for months and that’s when my parents decided to move us across the country. We had spent over two hours in the waiting room of that hospital; My brother spent around three weeks in there though, and didn’t go back to school for another couple of months after that. He didn’t go back to school until he was in Melbourne. And even then, he still hadn’t gone back to school. He had just been schooling at home.

Getting back home after nine months was weird. I felt like I’d barely even met the kid I was best friends with. I had felt like a complete outsider in my own home. It didn’t feel like home for about two weeks. But something had changed about my brother’s relationship with my dad. They were always in arguments about stupid unimportant things. Such as whether or not Michael was allowed to sleepover, or if he was allowed to go over to Michael’s, or if he was allowed to go out with his “friend”, things that I had thought were silly because my dad had let me do all the same things with my friends at his age, but something had changed about the way they saw each other, like they didn’t see eye to eye anymore.

My brother had multiple mental breakdowns the week he came out to me. He was at Michael’s a lot and stopped asking my dad if he could go before leaving, he just said, I am going to Michael’s, and you’re not going to stop me, before walking out the door and slamming it shut behind him. I had no idea why my dad got so mad at him for wanting to hang out with a friend. I was completely clueless and had no idea why this was happening, but it all makes sense now. Michael wasn’t just my brother’s best friend; he was his boyfriend. And I had no idea he was gay.

For like 5 years I just thought he was a nerd, but he said he has always known and was simply confused, but that it all made sense to him now. He didn’t want to have to lie to people and pretend he was someone he wasn’t, just because he feared what people would say or do to him. It was only a matter of seconds before I hugged him and told him I will always love him, but he has still been avoiding me since.

a/n: this whole book is based in Australia and uses Australian spelling and grammar because that's where I grew up and currently live, so it's easier for me to base things on environment wise... also, tis was written in my heartstopper era and is probably got somewhat of a similar story line at the beginning of the book, the book does develop later though xoxo -💎

#pride #first chapter #first book #give me feedback please!!!#this book needs major editing!

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