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Mommy

❆ Fluff ❆ 5,710 words ❆ dad!Hongjoong x babysitter!reader ❆

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"Yes I understand... Yes... Yes I will be there." Hongjoong sighed as he hung up the call and mentally cursed. His boss called, saying that he has to jump in to fill a shift urgently to help, as his co-worker called in sick last minute, since he lacks work hours. He glanced to the living room to check up on the reason of his lacking work hours, his little princess and he couldn't help but smile as he saw her happily playing with her designer's kit for children which he somehow managed to afford for her birthday since she proclaimed that she wants to be just like her daddy. Since he was taking care of her alone, he had to miss shifts from time to time as there were instances where none of his friends could fill in for him. He prayed that this wasn't one of those times because his boss warned him that if he doesn't show up to work in two hours he will get fired and he couldn't lose that job. Hongjoong took on a great number of jobs through the years to have his little minion live a nice and happy life. He keeps each of his jobs for as long as the boss is tolerant enough of him being late or missing whole shifts. He hates that he gives them a hard time, but raising a child as a single parent isn't an easy job and he is trying his best, he really is. Hiring a babysitter was an option sure, but Hongjoong couldn't afford one and even if he could, there was no way that he would ever leave his precious child to a complete stranger. He sighed once more before tapping in the message to the group chat, there are seven of them, surely one of them is free, right?

Wooyoung was in the middle of a game when a notification rang, signaling that a message had arrived on his phone. That wouldn't have been a problem if he wasn't in class and the notification didn't echo through the classroom. The college professor gave him a threatening look from above the rim of his glasses to what Wooyoung smiled nervously and pretended to move his phone back to his pocket before muting it and proceeding to read the message as soon as the professor looked away like nothing happened seconds ago. You eyed him judgingly from the seat next to him. "Wooyoung, you are going to get in trouble." Not that most professors at college care if you are on your phone, laptop, are you listening or not... But this one was a bit of a nitpicking pain that always says that you should respect the time which he is giving to you in order to gift you knowledge by at least listening. He always made it sound like he doesn't get any compensation for what he does, not like he gets paid. Wooyoung looked at you with the most offended face he could make. "Don't talk in class you'll get us in trouble." He put a finger to his lips and couldn't help but smile to what you rolled your eyes and smiled as well returning your attention to the professor as Wooyoung returned his gaze to his phone. He entered the group chat to find that everyone already responded. He scrolled to the first message to see what all that was about, just to find Hongjoong's panicked message about needing someone as fast as possible to look over his child. Wooyoung loved that child like he was her uncle, and not just him, all of the boys warmed up to that little ray of sunshine. As he scrolled he noticed that none of the other boys were available, for valid reasons and he mentally sighed as he had to tell Hongjoong that he wasn't either. Wooyoung: "I have a makeup exam. I must retake it, it's half of my mark. I'm really sorry." This time he audibly sighed. He had major respect for Hongjoong, the guy was torn on million sides, he sacrificed his college and his free time for the sake of his child. That's why he felt bad for not being able to do anything in this situation. Seonghwa: "Hongjoong, could you please reconsider all that about the babysitter?" Yunho: "Yes, please, if money is the problem we can help you with that." Hongjoong: "I know, but even if I agree, how can I get any babysitter to come in less than an hour? No worries guys, I'll just find another job." Wooyoung was too preoccupied with his phone and thoughts of how to help to notice the professor eyeing him suspiciously. You however noticed and nudged him to snap out of it or he won't even have the chance to take that makeup exam. He rapidly turned his head to you, his eyes widening and your face crunching from confusion. It was seconds before he returned his attention to his phone. Wooyoung: "I am a genius. I have solved all of your problems 😇" Yeosang: "This is gonna be good." Hongjoong: "?" Wooyoung: "Y/N!" Hongjoong: "Who?" San: "Oooh, nice!👍🏻👍🏻" Yeosang: "I am disappointed I am not disappointed with that answer. That is your first good idea since...ever." Jongho: "How come that idea never crossed our minds before." Mingi: "That would be so adorable to see. Just think of that cuteness duo!😸🥰" Hongjoong: "Guys, would you please concentrate and tell me who that is." You had to nudge Wooyoung again, stronger this time because he was visibly testing the professor's patience. "Wooyoung, leave that phone, the professor is giving you a death stare I think even the room temperature decreased." You whispered almost inaudibly to what he turned off his screen, nudged the phone to the side of his desk and shifted his gaze up smiling innocently to the professor. You couldn't help but pinch the bridge of your nose letting out a breathy laugh at his carefree attitude.

Hongjoong: "Wooyoung, who's y/n?" Seonghwa: "Seems like he's not here anymore." Jongho: "What... who leaves in a moment like that." San: "I think he and y/n have class with that ice drama queen professor." Yeosang: "He probably used all of his energy to come up with that idea, his system must have shut down." San: "Yeosang... Who hurt you young child?" Yeosang: "Whoever ate my fried chicken the last time we hung out." Mingi: "But why are you taking it out on Wooyoung when Yunho ate your chicken 😂" Yunho: "He. Didn't. Know. That." Mingi: "Oops, I didn't know that." Yeosang: "Well, it's only important that now I know that." Yunho: "🙃" Hongjoong: " G U Y S. I'm kinda running out of time here." Seonghwa: "You remember how we mentioned Wooyoung's neighbor that hung out with us probably every single time when you weren't there?" Hongjoong: "Oh yeah, I forgot her name, so y/n... I'm not so sure, how well do you guys know her?" Mingi: "Wooyoung knows her best since she was his neighbor and classmate from the very start of college." Jongho: "But since he's not here, your second best options are San, Yeosang and me. Well Yeosang and me." San: "Hey 🥺" Yeosang: "Yes, since we attend the same college we meet quite frequently so I assure you that she is a good choice." San: "Are you all ignoring me now 🥺" Jongho: " I strongly agree with Yeosang, not once did she leave a bad impression." San: "..." Hongjoong: "Well not like I have a choice at this point anyway." Seonghwa: "Since I sense that you are still unsure, I remember this one time when she got a call from her sister and had to leave to look after her nephews." Yunho: "So that means she knows with children. I mean you got a winning combo here." Hongjoong: "But I don't know, what if the two of them don't get along, what if something happens" Jongho: "I just wanna remind you that this was Wooyoung's idea to which even Yeosang agreed" Mingi: "I think that this is the first time something like this happened 😅" Seonghwa: "Come on Hongjoong, you know we love your child almost as much as you do. We would never propose something that would be potentially dangerous for her." Hongjoong: "Alright... Fine"

Finally, for what seemed ten times longer than the original ten minutes it should have lasted, the bell rang, signaling the end of the class. You stretched your arms, still sitting down, while Wooyoung rapidly swiped trough his phone to catch up on the conversation that he missed, hoping to run into Hongjoong's agreement. You eyed him suspiciously when he jolted up with an excited "yes". You mirrored his actions and got up as well, gathering your stuff. "What happened, the makeup exam got postponed?" He let out a sad whining sound before gathering his stuff as well. "As if, not even in my dreams." He swung his backpack on his back and typed something in his phone excitedly. "Then what is..." Before you could finish, he grabbed your wrist and started speed walking towards the door and into the hallway, opposite of the direction of where his exam is supposed to be. "Wait Wooyoung, what is going on?" But you were not graced by any kind of answer in return. When you exited the building, you were even more puzzled to see Yeosang, San and Jongho there. Before you could ask again, Wooyoung went into medical commercial narrator mode. "So you remember how we mentioned our friend that has a rainbow sunshine pink sparkly precious child after who he looks after alone and that sometimes we fill in because he has to work and all. Well today we are all busy and if he doesn't go to work he will get fired and he really needs that job and he can't leave the child alone and so we thought that maybe, probably, eventually you could look after her because we don't have much time since he needs to go to work soon and pretty much we don't have any other option...please?" You blinked trying to process everything you just heard as Wooyoung grabbed your hand and shook it giving you the puppy dog eyes look. You closed your eyes trying to form a coherent question in return to all that. "Wha..." But San interrupted you, joining Wooyoung in the hand shaking puppy dog eyes squad. "Pleeease, the child is a sweetheart I swear. I promise you two will get along perfectly, and the cuteness oh God, you two will be the cutest duo ever." You shook your head, really trying to keep up with the both of them, looking around to find a spot to focus on in order to actually have a chance to think about the proposal, when you noticed Yeosang and Jongho standing on a greater distance from you than when they originally were, talking among themselves, pretending not to know you three. You couldn't blame them. "Wait you two, wait a second. I mean I am free now and I would love to help, but I am not sure about all this? To him I am a stranger and from what I have picked up from your stories he wouldn't leave his child with just anyone so I don't think he will agree to this. Also a child... I'm not sure, it's not the same as looking after my nephews." Wooyoung let go of your hand in order to swipe through his phone for a brief second before showing you a message of Hongjoong's agreement, more like shoving it in your face. "He already agreed, it's only left for you to agree so please." You almost winced from the frequency Wooyoung's voice managed to hit. You were kinda at a dead end in that moment. You had no reasons to refuse, not like you even wanted to refuse an opportunity to help someone in a tight situation so the answer was pretty obvious. "Okay, just tell me the address and..." Your proclamation was interrupted with Wooyoung and San squealing and, for the sake of their souls, let's say that those were manly squeals. They ran up to Yeosang and Jongho and excitedly announced that you have agreed before Wooyoung proceeded to run back to the college entrance in his style, shouting. "I'm late for the makeup exam, I will text you the address before I..." Was all you managed to hear before his voice became inaudible. "Wooyoung, I swear to God." You whispered in your chin before joining the remaining trio in order to say goodbye.

Hongjoong was running around his apartment, grabbing his necessities before a tiny voice called out to him. "Daddy?" The young girl was standing underneath the notably larger doorframe, questioningly tilting her head to the side. "You said you would stay home today." Her face welcomed a small pout. Hongjoong quickly squatted to her eye level, one hand on her shoulder, while the other caressed the crown of her head. "I know princess, but they called daddy to come today. I promise I will make it up to you." He smiled, hoping to reassure her. "I just miss you." She proclaimed sadly before wrapping her small arms around his neck. Saying that his heart shattered into million pieces would be an understatement. He sighed heavily and wrapped his hands around her, lifting her up. "I'm sorry it has to be this way." He said that more to himself before the melody of the doorbell filled the house. The girl looked in her dad's eyes with newfound interest. "Which uncle is coming today?" Hongjoong smiled nervously, not sure how to deliver the news and more importantly not knowing what the reaction will be. "About that..." He hesitated as he went towards the door with her still in his arms. "It's uncle Wooyoung's friend." He confessed, opening the door, not sure himself what to expect. What greeted him there was a warm, smiling figure, immediately putting him at ease. "Hello, I'm Wooyoung's classmate, y/n. It's nice to meet you Hongjoong." You gave a little wave before grinning to the little girl. "And this must be the princess I have heard so much about." The girl smiled in return, resting her head on her dad's shoulder, still a bit shy. "Hello." Hongjoong motioned you to enter before he closed the door behind you, a faint scent of his shampoo hitting you. "I should hurry now, thank you for coming on such short notice." You were in the process of taking off your shoes while you replied. "Don't worry, it's a pleasure to help." You rose back up stretching out your arms for Hongjoong to give the girl to you. "Oh there's no reason for that, she may be too heavy for you, besides she is daddy's big girl, she can walk." Hongjoong went to put her down, but to his surprise he ran into the girl's resentment, as she stretched her arms out to you in return. You smiled warmly and took the child in your arms, patting her back. "It's not a problem really." You reassured Hongjoong as you turned to the girl. "This way we can assist daddy together while he is getting ready for work, right?" The girl chimed happily in response. Hongjoong didn't notice or he didn't want to notice how his brain blocked all of his actions for a brief second wanting to absorb that moment and so he continued with tying his shoelaces a moment after as if nothing happened. Hongjoong was about to exit when you noticed a phone on the cupboard next to you, so you quickly stop him. "Hongjoong, I think you forgot your phone." He checked in all his pockets to check before he accepted the phone from you grasp and thanked you with a warm smile. "Daddy will be back before you know it princess, be nice to y/n." He bent down to plant a kiss on the girl's cheek, before her little hands grabbed his face and turned his head in order to do the same. The scene had you internally melting from all the cuteness. Hongjoong went out the door, and you trailed him standing on the doorframe. "Wave to daddy." You told the girl who shook her hand smiling from ear to ear, you copying her. There was it again, that moment that Hongjoong felt shoot through his heart and brain.

You caressed the girl's cheek before putting a blanket atop of her, snuggling her to sleep. You put the fairytale book you were reading her a bedtime story from on the shelf. You decided to leave the lamp on, just a bit more dimmed as you were not sure whether or not she was afraid of the dark. She fell asleep pretty quickly, and it was no wonder, for the whole day you were doing all kind of things together, playing pretend, fashion designer, telling stories, watching cartoons, eating. You tried to engage her in everything you could, you really gave it your all, and it was easy because she was indeed a pure angel child. You sat in the living room, lowering the volume of the tv in order to hear if she wakes up. You had time to peacefully look around the apartment which was an interesting fusion of an art and music studio, laced with the essence of a family home. You also noticed that the home was sparkly clean. You didn't know that that was Seonghwa's doing however. He was the last to babysit, just the day before you. He and the girl were playing fashion designer when Seonghwa made the grave mistake of commenting how she put too much glitter on a particular piece of clothing. Second after that he had a child proclaiming that he shouldn't question her fashion sense and glitter pretty much... everywhere. So after putting her to sleep he engaged himself in cleaning all the glitter, and cleaning glitter is not an easy job, not to mention that he himself resembled a disco ball with all the glitter he had in his hair. He somehow ended cleaning even the rest and who knows when he would have stopped if Hongjoong haven't arrived home. You basically absent mindedly gazed into the cartoon on the tv which was muted when your phone buzzed and brought you back to your senses. It was a message from an unknown number, but from the content of the message you figured it was Hongjoong. Hongjoong: I will be back about 10 minutes. You saved his contact before replying. You: Thanks for giving me a notice, I will wait for you. I put her to sleep, so you have nothing to worry about. And just like that you spent those 10 minutes watching a cartoon on mute before you heard a clatter of keys trying to unlock the door, but being unable to due the keys from the inside of the door. "I'm coming." You whisper-yelled, afraid not to wake the girl as you hurried to the door. You turned the keys and opened the door, smiling. "Welcome home." It was probably due to not having a chance to hear that often, but his heart slightly fluttered at your welcome and he couldn't help but smile a little. "As I already mentioned, she is sound asleep..." You trailed off as you went to pick up your belongings from the living room, not wanting to yell and as soon as you returned you started putting on your shoes. "She is a wonderful child, you raised her very well." You gave him a wide smile as you started putting on your coat. "We made dinner together and left you some in the refrigerator so you can heat it up if you want. You must be tired so I will be going now." As you took ahold of the knob, he took ahold of your forearm. You turned around, giving him a puzzled look as to which he just took out his wallet. "No Hongjoong please, I did not do this for money. Besides, that child already repaid me with her smile, I really had a nice time today." You shook your hands before your face in defense. "There's no way I can let you leave without anything, you lost your whole day." He took out his money and was handing it to you, but you were not an easy nut to crack. "Can we make a deal then? If I happen to look after her again, I will accept, okay?" He sighed in defeat, dropping the argument as it was leading nowhere. But that idea of you babysitting again, deep down he liked it. "Alright, alright." You exited the door waving at him. "Why don't you at least let me call you a cab? It's pretty dark outside for you to be walking alone." Shaking your head you turned to him. "Don't worry about me, go back to that precious little child." He nodded, closing the door. "Hongjoong..." He halted and looked at you expectantly. "See you." And like that, you parted.

Little did you know that she would want you to come look after her again and again and again. Hongjoong of course, refused her at first, not wanting to trouble you, but soon he just gave up. And you didn't mind really, that child grew onto you like on anyone she meets. This time you were just going to visit her for no particular reason, you just had free time. You knocked on the door you grew used to and the man you started to develop faint feelings for opened. "Oh hi, come on in." He gave you his usual smile and you obliged. Just after barely taking one shoe off you heard your name being shouted from across the hall by a little human who was running to tackle hug you. "How's my favourite princess doing?" She smiled from ear to ear, as she always did. "Good! Daddy and I were just talking about you!" You rose a brow as you shot a glance at Hongjoong who was smiling nervously. "Daddy asked me if I would want you..." She was unable to finish her sentence because Hongjoong interupted, cutting her mid sentence. "You know, we were just planning on going grocery shopping, so you don't have to take off your shoes if you wanna come with us." You returned your attention to the child, whispering into her ear. "You'll tell me later." You smooched her cheek before raising back up nodding at Hongjoong. "Let's go."

"Hongjoong, you forgot to get the tomatoes... How do you expect that we make the bolognese sauce without tomatoes?" You waved in front of his face with a wooden spoon threateningly. "Sorry, I was hindered by a certain small being that strongly wanted a package of gummy bears." You just chuckled at his troubled expression. "We can just improvise something then, I guess. At least she got what she wanted." You nodded in the direction where the previously mentioned small being was eating her gummy bears, her attention on the cartoon playing on the tv. "I have a weakness for her, what was I supposed to do." Hongjoong gave you a troubled smile as he was growing scared of that wooden spoon in your grip. You couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his hair. "Go rest, you were working for the whole day yesterday. Your eye bags are so big, they could be used as bowls." He shook his head. "I can't leave everything to you..." You squinted your eyes and raised the wooden spoon back in his sight. "We will all rest when we eat, how does that sound?" You rolled your eyes at him jokingly. "You were always a tough negotiator, have it your way." Smiling to your agreement he let out a breathy laugh, not really sure how to react to the given situation. You were gifting him precious moments he could only dream of before. Like having someone to welcome him, see him off, look after him and his baby, make a meal for him, and all that just made him wish that he could do the same for you.

"Hongjoong, I am actually amazed at your cooking skills." You confessed as you plopped yourself on the couch, the little minion automatically manifesting on your side hugging you. Hongjoong went to sit on the other side of the couch before he was stopped by his little girl. "Daddy, I want you to sit here." She patted the free spot next to her, and Hongjoong just obliged, placing himself next to you two. "Now I want you two to hug me." She giggled as if she knew exactly what she was doing. As you put your arms around the little minion and connected them on the small of Hongjoong's back, he did the same. Your head rested on his shoulder, inhaling the same scent from the first day when you met him, his head rested on your shoulder looking longingly at the one person he wished for from the first day he met you, and in-between you two, a brightly smiling child who loved both of you was seated.

And so again, you went to them, they came to you. When Hongjoong was working, you were babysitting and when he was free the three of you just casually spent time together. This one time, when Hongjoong returned from work you were still in the process of putting the minion to sleep. Hongjoong inspected you closely as you ran after the child while taking off his coat and boots and he couldn't help but smile. You halted for a minute to welcome him, while the minion was long gone from sight. As you turned back to go after her you could hear her voice from the room. "Mommy hurry, I want you to read me a story before I fall asleep." You froze to the spot and looked to Hongjoong wide eyed as he did the exact same thing. Your face welcomed a shade of pink as you turned around and marched forward, not being able to face him. "C-coming princess."

"Hey Hongjoong." You peeked inside the living room, finally mustering up the courage to face him after what happened earlier, but to your luck, or misfortune, he was asleep. You would have let him be and went home as it was that he even gave you the key to his apartment, but you couldn't leave him in such a uncomfortable position. He must have fell asleep while waiting for you. You shook him lightly by the shoulder, afraid not to startle him. Your heart fluttered the same time his tired eyes fluttered open. "I just didn't want to leave you in an uncomfortable position, I will be leaving now. Get some rest." You blabbered and were ready to leave. "Could you stay... a bit longer?" Originally, it would not have been a problem, but this time around your nerves were getting the better of you. However, not having a proper reason to refuse, you sat on the couch next to Hongjoong, sighing. "May I?" He was asking you to lay on your legs. Again, it wasn't the first time, but never before did he ask nor did you feel nervous while his soft features were beneath your reach. However, on instinct your fingers started playing with his hair and he momentarily relaxed. Feeling restless you just had the urge to start a talk about something, anything. "Hongjoong, you never told me what happened to your...uhm...her real m..." You found it quite difficult to word the sentence, luckily Hongjoong caught on and saved you the struggle. "We had my princess when we were nineteen..."

Hongjoong and his girlfriend at the time didn't even plan marriage, a baby? Even less. But she found out she was pregnant and after a lot of negotiations and talking, they decided to keep the baby and promised that they would handle every obstacle on their way. Neither of them ever dreamed that their first and biggest obstacle were their own parents. Both sides gave them the cold shoulder, but not all hope was lost. They believed that when the baby is born, their parents would change their mind. It was a brutal strike to both of them when, even with the birth of their baby girl, nothing changed. They weren't making much and they could barely take care of even themselves. That is when the girl wavered. She was scared for her future and she insisted that they give the baby for adoption. Hongjoong however, didn't want to hear about it. He didn't want to give his precious treasure to some random stranger. He also couldn't care less about his parents rejecting him. They always treated him as if he was a nuisance, so what was the difference now. His girlfriend, however, left and he never blamed her for that. She lied to her parents that she put her child up for adoption, she split up with Hongjoong and broke off every contact with him and the baby out of fear that her parents would kick her out again. Through all that time the only person Hongjoong kept contact with was his brother. Even against Hongjoong's will his brother keeps sending him money from time to time. Hongjoong on the other hand sends him back videos and pictures of the little minion doing whatnot. This is the exact reason why Hongjoong is making sure to make her real uncle a part of her life as much as possible. The number of times the uncle burst into tears after hearing a little voice through the phone calling him to come and meet her is a large one. There was nothing he could do about that as he lived on the other side of Korea. The only thing his brother didn't tell Hongjoong is that their parents greatly regret their choices and want to see their grandchild. But Hongjoong will find out himself when and if they decide to let go of their stupid idea of pride.

"...and that's how the two of us ended up like this." It was not until your tear fell on his face that he noticed that you were crying. "Hey, don't cry for that." He raised his hand in order to wipe away the watery paths that your tears left on your face. "She now finally has a mum as she said. I can't thank you enough for playing that role for her, no let me take that back, you are not playing that role. After all this time of looking after her you can call yourself her mum." His comment only turned on the faucet that let more tears fall. "Thank you for saying so Hongjoong." He rose from your legs and turned to face you. "I didn't plan to do it like this but here it goes." He cupped your chin and leaned into you, his only support being his other hand. Your heart went on a rampage, throwing itself randomly against your rib cage causing irregularities in your breath. Hongjoong softly smiled when he noticed your reaction, feeling reassured to carry on with his confession. "I started attaching myself to you from the first time you stood on that door. At first I wasn't sure if that was because..." You cut him off by placing your lips onto his in a sweet kiss unsure if your heart would be able to last through his whole speech. You pulled away shyly forcing yourself to look him in the eye. Now it was official, until now you were practically just a couple without that official stamp. It felt nice, it felt like home. "You will tell me later, I wasn't sure if I was able to survive through it all." You grinned and he shook his head, smiling as well before he leaned in again.

"Okay is everyone ready?" You asked eagerly after hearing Hongjoong approach the door. "I don't understand why we have to wear this." Yeosang retorted, not amused in the slightest before Yunho appeared from behind him and pulled him into the room to hide like he was pulling him in a back alley to kidnap him, what made the situation more amusing was Yeosang's uninterested face. "Come on Yeosang we don't have much time for questions." Yunho whispered in his ear as they both disappeared into the darkness of the room. You sighed in relief as everyone was finally on their position just as you heard the keys and the door knob. And then there on the door appeared Hongjoong. "Welcome home, come on sweetie." You welcomed Hongjoong and guided his, no, both of your child to him. "Daddy, mommy bought me a minion onesie, look!" She ran up to Hongjoong and extended her arms up to him. "It's beautiful love! What does it say here... I'm gonna be a sister..." Hongjoong's eyes widened as his heart skipped a few beats and he would have jumped to hug you right then and there if he wasn't startled by seven men who ran at him at the same time, wearing a "I'm going to be an uncle (again)" shirts, pink shirts. Hongjoong's eyes widened again before he passed the child to Seonghwa to come and finally hug you. "So another girl huh?" You smiled widely back to him, nodding and he returned an even wider smile. "What week are you?" He caressed your still unnoticeable bump. "The doctor said 15th, the stomach is going to start to show from here on." He hugged you careful not to squish you too much. "I love you, thank you for giving me everything and making me a happy man." He pressed his forehead to yours. "I should be the one thanking you, Joong." Your lips met again just like they did yesterday and just like they will tomorrow. "I want to hug with mommy and daddy too!" And just like that your little intimate moment became a group hug of all the people you considered family.

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Chapter 6 - Heart of Silver

A little over a year before Evelyn gets herself cursed, she helps Ariel again with a fiery situation (literally).

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Ariel had only ever been at her place once. It had happened that autumn when Evelyn was lying in bed, tired and smelling. The night had been long (and had included a ghost or two), so she had simply not been in the mood for a shower. Now, with the sun long up, her stomach grumbled and made a solid argument to get up; still the blanket was heavier.

A soft buzz, which was way too loud in her quiet apartment, mercifully disrupted her internal discussion. Yet another new notification. To look at those messages would at least postpone decision-making on breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner.

Hi Evelyn! Hope ur doing ok? Just wanted to know if you wanted to help out wth a case? Not urgent tho.

If u want we can also go for coffee sometiem?

Haven’t seen u around much lately so lets catch up if u want

The three messages were sent in a matter of just two minutes and as Evelyn saw that they had come from Ariel, she finally sat up. For over two months she hadn’t heard of them and assumed – well. Assumed a lot of things.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds before she typed, Hey! I’m fine! I’m up for a case! Also coffee – she deleted the last two words. If Ariel still wanted to grab coffee once they worked another case together, they would figure it out then. Thank you for asking, I’m looking forward to it. Sent.

With a groan she made it out of bed and into the bathroom to finally take a quick shower and brush her teeth. When she returned, her phone was blinking again.

Cool thx! I’m at that old tanning saloon. Breite Straße 54.

Evelyn quickly put on jeans and a hoodie and typed while walking to her car, on my way.

She knew exactly which place Ariel meant. The old solarium had been closed two years ago and already looked like a liminal place. The windows were too dirty to look inside and the colours of the stickers with suns and tan skinned people had been washed out. Consequently, she was incredibly surprised to find that the solarium was completely lit. Lit, as in aflame.

“The situation escalated a tiny bit,” Ariel coughed as they walked out of the building and met Evelyn in the parking lot.

“A tiny bit?” she asked disbelievingly.

“Well, the fire was really of a manageable size before.”

Evelyn just stared at them as the flames suddenly erupted and shot right into the sky.

“And then that happened,” they added. Their voice had a hint of exasperation and anger, instead of guilt or shame or anything Evelyn would have suspected someone to feel after upsetting a fire salamander. The clear yellow flames did not yet actually burn anything, they were simply proof of the fire spirit’s power.

“What exactly did you do to make a fire spirit so mad?”

“What makes you think I did anything? That thing clearly started it!” The flames shot even higher.

“I think the spirit disagrees. Just let me handle it, better stay out of it.” Evelyn handed them her car keys and walked right into the solarium, ignoring the prickling pain on her skin as she walked through the flames.

In the end, it took three hours to calm the fire salamander down. The accounts on how the argument between Ariel and the spirit had come to be were vastly different, so Evelyn decided not to bother too much with it. It ranged from ‘Someone tried to kick me out of my home and clearly did not hesitate to threaten me with death!’ to ‘I politely asked it to move to the park nearby to save its life!’ The matter was handled, so she walked back to her car where Ariel was waiting in the passenger seat.

Just like the fire before, the tears sitting in the corner of their eyes came as a great surprise.

“Ariel…”

“It just got a jump on me. I really didn’t want to upset it so much,” they mumbled and rubbed over their arms where their brown skin turned a bit red from the spirit’s fire.

“It’s okay now,” Evelyn said and the words sounded weak in her own ears. She always hated to hear them. But the sad pout on Ariel’s lips relaxed a bit, nearly curled up to a smile, even.

“Thank you for helping out. I really appreciate it. Explaining this to some professionals would have been so messy and I know you’re good at it. I didn’t mean to annoy you though, you’re probably super busy-”

“You can call me any time. I enjoy helping you out.” When she said those words, she found she really meant them. Finally, Ariel’s lips found the rest of the way into a smile. Their stomach grumbled noisily.

“Do you want to grab something to eat together?” Evelyn asked, her heart beating too hard in her chest while she tried to smother the voice telling her that she was being presumptuous.

“Gladly. But I will not go into any place like this.” They held out their red arms and Evelyn nodded.

“There’s a really good Chinese restaurant nearby. We could eat at my place if you want. It’s pretty chaotic at the moment though.”

“As long as I get food out of it, I really don’t care,” Ariel laughed, so Evelyn drove back, the solarium at their backs. They got the food on their way, walked into her apartment and sat down on her bed. She had left the kitchen door closed and had walked past it in an attempt to hide the unwashed dishes in the sink. Something had settled over the two of them then, in a strictly metaphorical sense. They had eaten in silence, then talked and chatted for a while. Evelyn had grabbed skin cream to help with the red burns and from then onward, they had kept in contact daily, helping each other out with their cases.

Even after Ariel had graduated and started to work independently as a curse-broker, they found time enough to actually grab coffee and work on cases.

It was summer then, when Evelyn’s sister called.

This was nothing out of the ordinary, strictly speaking, even if the calls had become rare, scattered over the little free time they both had. It started in its usual way of them asking how they were, and it was then that Evelyn told her about Ariel.

“Ah, I am so happy to hear that you found a good friend!”

“Yeah, thanks, Amanda.” She doodled senseless circles on a piece of paper.

“It’s so good that you’re not alone. You know, mum also worries that you might be lonely so far away from home.”

Evelyn couldn’t hold back a scoff. “Says you.” As if not being lonely ruled out missing the people she loved.

“That’s right,” she laughed and then cleared her throat. So she had something big to announce. “Eve, I wanted to tell you that I will stay here a bit longer after all.”

“That’s cool,” she managed to press out after taking a deep breath and ignored the sour feeling it left inside. “Did you get a new opportunity?”

“Yeah. They offered to expand my contract. And I also met someone. His name is Liam.”

“Your voice gets all soft,” Evelyn mumbled and smiled, unable to hide how happy she was for her sister. Happy, even if something stung a bit inside of her. “How long will you stay then?”

“I am not sure yet.”

“Mn.” Evelyn took another shaky breath. “Don’t forget to visit sometime, then.”

“I would never,” Amanda laughed and then kept on talking about her life, about Liam and about her work. There was not really a good explanation for why this pulled Evelyn down so much. It just did, and as so often with these things, explanations of any kind didn’t really exist.

When Ariel texted a week later to ask if they could come over, Evelyn had to decline. Not because she wouldn’t have liked to have Ariel over. It was just that the unwashed dishes were not only in the sink, they also sat on her desk. There were no clean clothes to change into, not even dirty clothes with a smell that could be covered up by deodorant. Dry shampoo wouldn’t work at this stage anymore either. She could hardly even see the floor. So, really, it wasn’t even her decision to make.

The next time they had success working together, they celebrated by getting take-out, and still Evelyn did not truly feel that excitement in her bones. Vaguely, Evelyn noticed that this was something she would usually talk about with Leonie in the library, but exams came and time went by. And soon another month passed during which she kept declining and postponing Ariel.

The cases she took got rarer. The cases she worked with Ariel on got rarer. And the times her sister called got rarer as well.

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When Remus Lupin walked into his classroom, he immediately knew that they would not get that much work done today.

How?

Well first of the entire class had broken up into friendship groups and were all talking around a phone, and, Remus knew exactly why.

Dammit, Sirus.

He had specifically told him to wait until the year 10s hade done their exam. Though to be fair he had been waiting to release that video for a while now.

Given the fact that there was still 5 minutes until the start of class, Remus walked over to his desk and started to prepare his lesson for the day. He was just about done when his phone buzzed.

Pads💗💗💗 - heeey babe sorry about releasing the video early. I just felt like I couldn't wait any more u know?

- how are the students?

- are you mad?

- oh god you haven't replied you are so mad at me

- I'm sorryyyy

Remus silently chuckled at the sight of his clingy overthinking adorable boyfriend freaking out even though he sent all of those texts in a span of 10 seconds.

Sirius had released a video 5 hours earlier, titled coming out. In just 1 hour it had gotten over 5 thousand views. When Remus had woken up, (obviously since Padfoot was not next to him,) he had come out and seen him pacing around nervously in the lounge room. Sirius had been worried that everything was going to backfire, and as soon as he had seen Remus he immediately burst into a rather large and repetitive rant, that was only silenced when Remus had wrapped his arms around him.

After he had calmed down, Remus told him off for posting it earlier than they agreed, as multiple students in his history class he knew were definitely in love with his boyfriend. At times it was really disturbing, (like when Sirius posts a shirtless pic on Instagram, and they are usually taken by Remus.) but most of the girls, have learnt to keep it on the down-low. And he had not wanted Sirius to post before the test in one of his classes.

Remus took his phone in two hands and replied,

Moony💗🌑💗 - don't worry I'm not mad.

- maybe a little grumpy but not mad.

Pads💗💗💗 - got it I will have chocolate when you get home.

- how are the kids?

Moony💗🌑💗 - distracted. I think I'm going to have to postpone the test.

Just as Remus press send, a shrill bell ripped through the air, making everyone jump out of their skins. Whereas Remus just stayed still and texted goodbye to Sirius. After both going to school and teaching here, you get used to it.

"Ok class, I want phones away and everything off your desks except for a pen or pencil." Remus walked up and down the rows, handing out test sheets.

When he got to the back of the last row, he stood behind one specific student. Mindy Mor. She was currently giggling at her phone like a lovesick teenage girl. When Remus looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at, he inwardly cringed. Mindy had screenshotted all of the shirtless pictures from Sirius Instagram and was currently zooming in on Remus's boyfriend's abs. Even though he would never admit it, he didn't blame her. He was very lucky.

"Phone Mindy," Remus demanded. He took her phone, and ignoring her grumbling, and placed a test in front of her.

"You can have this back at the end of the day."

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For the rest of the week, Remus kept hearing ridiculous rumours about the one and only, Sirus Black.

The day of the test Remus had come home to a ridiculously happy Sirius, as the majority of his subscribers had accepted him and even asked if he was dating anyone. And of course, he slipped up and said that yes indeed he dating someone, but did not give way who.

Since then Remus has heard nothing but rumours about who he could be dating. Some of them were quite funny actually. Such as Sirus dating fellow marauder, James Potter. (Remus had almost snorted at that one.)

When he informed James and Sirius about it, it sparked a long debate between the two on whether James could indeed 'score' Sirius. (Remus had to eventually drag Sirius out so that Harry could be put to bed and everyone could have dinner.)

However, it did have some downsides. Somehow, someone had found out that Sirius used to go to this school and that one of the teachers, Minerva McGonagall had taught him. Then that leads to them finding out that James, Sirus, Remus and Peter had all been best friends when they were at school. However, Remus managed to dodge the questions, by insisting that they were no longer in contact.

("no Mindy I cannot give you Sirus Blacks number so you can confess your undying love. I said no Mindy.")

Then Sirus released a new video titled: MARAUDERS BACK TOGETHER AGAIN

In it, it just had Sirius, James, and Peter catching and pretending that they hadn't seen each other since high school.

"Hey Moony why arent you going to be in the video again?" James questioned as Sirius set up the camera. James and Peter had gotten here an hour early accidentally. Now while Sirius was setting up, they were all sitting in the lounge room and the kitchen talking. Remus was sitting on the counter facing James, who was on the floor playing with Harry and Peter who was curled up in an armchair.

"If I'm in the video then I will get pestered with questions from my students," Remus answered. "And like half of the girls in 3 of my classes are absolutely in love with my boyfriend!" he said gesturing to Sirius.

James smirked, as Sirius turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"You jealous Moony?" James teased, resulting in a very colourful hand gesture thrown his way.

"Aww don't worry Re. I'm not going anywhere." Sirius said from behind Remus, pecking him on his temple.

"Oh come on guys get a room. Harry's here for god's sake!"

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The next day, Remus woke up with Sirius's arms wrapped around his waist. It appeared that they had both slept through the alarm due to them.........not getting much sleep.

In result to the extra sleep the couple had earned, Remus missed the first 5 minutes of his first lesson. And so he had to be dropped off, by Sirius.

Now it is a well-known fact that Sirius Black drives a Porsche 550 Spyder. Whatever that is. And of course all the students in the school new that Sirius rode that exact car, so that was a little bit of a problem when they rode up into the car park, and there were still kids in the playground.

Sirius, knowing his boyfriends need for privacy, was wearing a cap to cover his head.

However, being a Black comes with a flair for the dramatic. So before Remus had the chance to jump out of the car, Sirius grabbed his shoulder and pulled him in for a kiss. It was short but sweet.

When Sirius pulled away, he nodded towards the school building and said,

"You'd better get going. Love you!"

Remus smiled as he climbed out of the car.

"Love you too."

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Remus thought everything was ok. He had listened to all the conversations shooting around his classroom before the first break, and there was nothing about him.

When he went to enter the teacher's lounge, he was suddenly stopped right outside the door by two girls from the school newspaper.

"Hello, ladies... can I help you with something?" Remus asked hesitantly.

"Sir, you were late for school, yes?" One of them asked, who Remus remembered as Evie.

"Only five minutes," Remus replied.

"And you were dropped off by your boyfriend, right?" Evie pressed

"May I ask where this is going?" Remus said tying to cover up the fact that his heart had started to beat faster and his palms had started to sweat.

"Well the car that you drove here in is a Porsche 550 Spyder, and it is a well-known fact that you both knew Sirius Black and that Sirius Black drives a Porsche 550 Spyder. So I just wanted to ask Mr Lupin, are you dating Sirius Black?"

Remus hesitated.

"No. And I would appreciate it if you didn't ask me again."

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For the next two weeks, Remus kept getting asked question after question after question.

"Are you dating Sirius Black?"

"Do you still talk to Sirius Black?"

"Can you help me meet Sirius Black?"

And to make matters worse, one specifically creepy student had made an announcement at the start of one of his classes saying that even though their teacher had denied that he was dating Sirius, he had made a fanfiction about the two of them and posted it on Wattpad.

Remus had looked at it, and it already had 100K views.

Remus was tired. He was getting questioned every day at work, and all over social media. Everyone had noticed, and he knew that Sirius was worried, but he hadn't said anything yet.

It was Friday, two days before Sirus and Remus's 6th anniversary. Every year they do something big, whether it is with other people or together. Normally, Remus gets more excited as the day gets closer. However, now he was either stressing out about going back to school or staring into space. And Sirius was getting really worried.

Remus was sitting on the dining room table with both hands wrapped around a mug. Its winter at the moment so Remus has his usual. Earl Grey.

When Sirius gets home from James and Lily's house it Godric Hollow, he walks inside the apartment and sees him sitting there staring off into space. He immediately knows what he has to do. (Well not immediately, but if you ask he will just deny it.) Sirius dumps his bag on the kitchen counter and walks over and sits next to him.

"Re."

Remus's head shoots up and he blinks a couple of times like he's coming out of a daze.

"Hmmm"

"Ok, what's wrong. And don't say nothing, you know that I know when your lying.

Remus sighed and looked back down at the table.

"It's just that I'm getting constantly questioned at work, I mean even my colleagues, other teachers are asking me now!! Its just....a lot."

Sirius sighed. He hated seeing the love of his life so upset and being helpless.

He opened his mouth as so try and say something comforting when Remus blurted out,

"I want to tell people. And no not our friends, I am aware that they already know, I meant all your subscribes."

Sirius's mouth fell open. He had approached Remus on the topic of telling people multiple times both before and after he had come out to people on youtube. And every time Remus had turned him down.

A huge grin spread over Sirius's face and he slipped down on to the floor and crouched in front of Remus's chair.

"Really? You actually want your students to know? Are you sure?"

"I mean I think so. I don't think I could hold it any much longer anyway." Remus replied a sheepish grin growing on his face.

Sirius couldn't stop the smile growing bigger on his face matching Remus.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

Then Sirius closed the gap between them and the world around them fell quiet.

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Sirius placed the camera on the cupboard in front of their bed and turned the camera on. He then turned around and moved all the photos of him and Remus out of the way.

"Hey Siri, you want some coffee?" Remus yelled from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'd love some thanks, babe!" Sirius replied.

Sirius finished setting up the room and then started to walk out into the lounge room. After Remus had agreed to tell Sirius's fans that they were dating, they had both stayed up half the night trying to plan the perfect revel video. And then when they were getting ready for bed, Sirius had thought of the perfect idea.

Sirius was going to do a live QandA session. Even though Remus was convinced, that someone would ask whether they were dating, Sirius had insisted on a backup plan. So if no one asked 2 minutes into the live, then James, who would also be there, ("Why would you want to be there James??" "Because of the drama Moony. Why else??") would create a fake fan account and ask the question.

Sirius had thought about doing it the day after their anniversary, (as he knows how much of a romantic his boyfriend is.) but Remus wanted to do it on their anniversary.

I mean what would be more romantic than confessing your love for each other in front of thousands of people? And while most likely being recorded?

Sirius walked into the kitchen just as Remus was putting their tea and coffee down on the bench.

Sirius smiled as Remus put both milk and sugar into his coffee, (because you cannot convince me that no matter how hard he tries to be a badass that he is really a softie) and slid the mug across the bench.

Remus then turned back around smirking at him, walking towards the fridge for the milk."What's the time? When do you have to start the live?" Remus asked innocently pouring milk into his mug.

"Ummm" Sirius replied quickly checking his watch for the time." it's 3:28. I need to start the live at 3:30 and I should be out here at least by 4:00." He said as he glanced up at his boyfriend raising his coffee to his mouth to take a sip.

Remus stared at him blankly while Sirius glanced around the room wondering why Remus was looking at him like that. (he usually looked at him another way)

"It's 3:30!!! Get in there!! I'll start cooking and, I promise to attempt to not burn the kitchen down. I remember what happened last time." He added as Sirius opened his mouth to interject.

Sirius closed his mouth and smiled, nodding and turning back around to run into the pair's bedroom.

"Hey! I think you forgot something!" Remus cried out as soon he had left the room.

At the sound of his voice, Sirius poked his head back into the doorway with a curious expression on his face.

Keeping that expression on his face, he crept forward towards a visibly confused Remus. Then, he crept up next to him and pecked a kiss on his temple. And then, promptly, ran away.

Remus stood frozen for about 2 seconds before yelling back,

"No! Your coffee!"

"Merlin. No respect." He muttered.

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Sirius plunked himself down on the end of the couple's bed, leaning forward and switching the camera on.

He waited for a few seconds, letting people on first before saying,

"Hey, guys welcome to my live QandA and before anyone asks, no Prongs is not here today. He has decided to be a little shit and hang out with his kid. You guys remember Harry."

Sirius smiled at the thought of Harry, (and of course, insulting James.

He peered at the screen and smirked when he saw a comment from the man in question expressing his outrage for the name-calling.

Smiling he sat back again and spoke,

"Ok so I'm going to let you guys into the live one at a time to ask one question, (it's on Instagram) so start requesting!"

Sirius had had about 25 questions before he got to the one he was looking for. And he had been asked some odd questions to. One girl who came on the live was wearing such revelling clothes that she basically had a bikini on. And it gets worse.

Her question was whether or not he could take his shirt off. As soon as she had finished speaking, Padfoot heard a loud indignant and outraged cry coming from the kitchen. He turned his head towards the sound chuckling at Moonys antics.

"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MINDY! KICK HER OF THE DAMM LIVE SIRIUS!!"

He was still smiling as he turned back around, but it vanished as soon as he saw the screen again. Immediately, like a reflex, he leaned forward and kicked her off the live. He could sense Remus's sigh of relief.

He then proceeded to make a speech about not doing that. Around 10 minutes after that a girl with glasses and a notepad came on who Sirius vaguely recognised as Evie from Hogwarts.

"Hi there kiddo, what's your question," Sirius asked almost dreading what was coming up.

"Hi Mr Black I was just wondering-"

"Oh no. No Mr, please. Makes me feel old. Just call me Sirius." He insisted holding a hand up to the camera.

"Oh ok." She replied looking a little bit surprised.

"Well my name is Evie Johnson, and I go to Hogwarts Secondary School. I believe that you went there as well. Oh no that's not my question"

She added as Sirius opened his mouth.

"And when you were there, according to my research, your group of friends was James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. Now as I'm sure you know Mr Lupin is a teacher at Hogwarts, a history teacher and rumours have been flowing around the school-"

"You want to know if Remus and I are dating," Sirius smirked.

"Well yes," Evie said looking a bit disgruntled at being interrupted. A giddy feeling erupted in Sirius's stomach as he answered,

"Well how about I show you. Then you can decide for yourself."

Sirius got up and walked out to the kitchen grabbing the camera as he went.

"Ok, Evie I'm going to disconnect you from the live that was a lovely question, I was honestly hoping for it. Ok! guys, my boyfriend is in the kitchen attempting to make dinner, ("last time he tried he almost burned down the kitchen and he definitely destroyed his eyebrows.") and I or we, I guess, are going to surprise him."

This next bit is from a viewers perspective.

Sirius placed the camera in front of the T.V and stuck his thumbs up at the camera before standing up and rubbing his hands together.

Behind him was the kitchen where a man in his early 30s was cooking with his back to the camera.

Oliver looked at the screen, and read the comments as Sirius prepared to walk over to the mystery man who was supposedly his idols boyfriend.

- oh my god i'm so jealous I wonder who it is

- I bet 50 pounds that its Mr Lupin

- OH MY GOD IM ON THE EDGE OF MY SEAT JUST TELL US

Oliver of course had no idea who this Mr lupin was. He didn't go to Hogmarts Secondary School or whatever it was called. But he was still extremely curious to know.

The man turned around and walked to the front of the counter and turned to face the camera side-on, continuing to cook, seemingly not noticing Sirius and the camera.

As soon as the mystery man's face was revealed to the camera the live was flooded with comments such as:

- HOLY SHIT ITS MR LUPIN

- THAT'S MY HISTORY TEACHER IDIOTS

-OMG CALLED IT!

They were basically all along those lines. The man continued to cook, somehow oblivious to the chaotic live over here.

Sirius walked up behind the man and wrapped his arms around his waist. Immediately the man smiled and leaned back into Sirius.

Oliver had to admit they were quite cute.

Then Sirius leaned forward a little bit more and whispered something in his ear. The man, (supposedly Remus Lupin,) smiled and leaned into him more.

To Oliver, it looked like they were really in love, and if that really is Remus Lupin, then they would have been in love for a long time.

He glanced back down at the comments and saw that the theme of them hadn't changed. People were still expressing their shock.

Somehow.

When he looked back up at the couple he saw Sirius laughed at something that his boyfriend had said.

Remus then turned around and wrapped his arms around Sirius's neck, and Sirius wrapped his arms around his waist.

Sirius closed the distance between them and kissed him softly as Remus melted into the kiss. Remus arms tightened around Padfoots neck, and Sirius smiled into the kiss.

The theme of the comments had changed into both awwwww and ewwwww apparently some of Mr Lupins students don't really want to see him making out with his boyfriend.

Suddenly the screen went black and the live ended.

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Remus went back to work the next day feeling both nervous and excited. Excited, because for the first time since Sirius started his YouTube channel, he didn't have to hide who he was dating. (I mean he didn't usually tell them, but we all know Remus. He doesn't like lying.)

And nervous because, well I think that's obvious. He had gotten several emails from his students in multiple classes, plus they had also posted something to Google Classroom.

Remus had made sure to get to the school early to avoid any unwanted attention from students in the schoolyard. He walked straight through the school, into the classroom, only pausing to wave or say hello to specific teachers.

When he reached his room, he finished setting up the lesson and was writing the date on the board when a student came into the classroom. He didn't see who it was, they disappeared out of his view before he had a chance to see their face. He finished writing the date up and turned around saying

"Hello, welcome back. If you just take a seat the bell will be going soon-"

In front of his desk stood a stony-faced Mindy, with her posse behind her.

"Can I help you with something Ms More?"

"Yes, I believe you can sir." She replied. "Why didn't you tell us that you are dating Sirius Black??" She demanded, leaning slightly towards him accusatorially.

Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well given the fact that is my personal business I really didn't see the need," Remus replied calmly as he sat down on his desk.

"But sir that's not fair. I mean we have a right to know and not find out on some live video-"

"And why is my life and who I'm dating any concern of yours?" Remus said fiercely, cutting her off and standing back up and placing his hands on the desk looking down at the teen.

Mindy immediately backed of a flash of regret shooting across her face.

"Oh no sir I didn't mean it like that-"

"Really Mindy. Then I wonder how you meant because I don't see how else that could be taken."

Before Mindy could open her mouth to defend her self, Remus snapped out:

"Enough. Thats detention. Go sit down."

When Mindy opened her mouth to complain, Remus held up his finger as if saying wait for it, then suddenly the ear-splitting bell reverberated through the walls and Mindy shut her mouth and sat down.

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When he finally got his class to sit down and shut up, he started his lesson on the suffragette movement. (Because we all know that Remus is a massive feminist,) However halfway through, he noticed that the entire class was either talking or giggling at their computer screens. So, continuing to talk about the suffragettes, he walked up the side row, and stood behind one student who was staring at their laptop. Except they weren't staring at their laptop. they had their phone out, and were re-watching Sirius's live from Saturday.

Sighing, Remus leaned forward and snatched the phone out of the kids hands, saying on the way back to the front of the class,

"You can have this back later."

"Now," Remus announced as he leaned on the back of his desk facing the front of the class, "As it is very clear that none of you are focusing, you can all ask 15 questions."

No one moved, they just all stared at him blankly.

Remus sighed and then added, "personal questions allowed."

Exactly 15 hands shot up.

Surprised, Remus hesitated before choosing a girl in the second row named Jessie.

"Jessie." Remus said pointing at her to continue.

Putting her hand down she asked, "Sir, are you really dating Sirius Black?"

Remus breathed out a laugh, and replied with the words he never thought that he would say.

"Yes. I am."

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— 07. bunny blues 7: feelings | yoongi & jungkook (m.)

yoongi/reader/jungkook | fluff, smut | hybrid!au

wordcount: 3.1k

contents: fingering, dirty talk, slight virgin kink, size difference kink if u squint, mentions of jk’s knot, doctor visits (pelvic exam, blood drawing mention), implied jungkook jerking off, protective/possessive!jungkook

― synopsis: your heat is coming up and jungkook and yoongi decide on a way to help you through it.

note: FINALLY. SOME PORN IN THIS SERIES.

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It began with little things with Jungkook; the way he scampered out of the room when you entered, the way he nervously fidgeted at the table while you were there, and the way he avoided any and all physical contact with you. It made you a little sad but with what happened with his best friend, you assumed he was dealing with something personal.

And he was, you just didn't know it had to do with the fact he was in love with you.

"_____, come here and let me comb your hair," Yoongi called from his bedroom.

You had a doctors appointment for some reason. When you asked, Yoongi had brushed your question off and changed the subject. You decided not to push it — you'd find out eventually anyway.

Once you were ready, you learned Jungkook wasn't going to tag along; a fact that made you feel a tag bit disappointed. You enjoyed having him go along with even the most mundane tasks, he always brightened your day up.

"Yoongi?" You asked from your seat in the car, receiving a hum in reply. "Is Kookie mad at me?"

"Not that I'm aware of," He responded easily, keeping his eyes on the road. "He has been acting a little strange but if it's to do with what I think, then, we'll have our answer today."

You didn't bother asking him to explain himself, knowing it'd just go unanswered.

You were happy to see Dr. Kim once again, his charming disposition and beaming smile had you put at ease immediately.

"So, you're here just to see when her heat will start, correct?" Seokjin clarified and your cheeks immediately burned hot.

"That's right, Jungkook has been acting a little weird around her and I just wanna see if that's the problem," Yoongi explained.

"Alright, I'll just perform a pelvic exam and take some blood and we'll have your results soon," The doctor ushered Yoongi out of the room to wait outside to give you privacy.

The pelvic exam wasn't anything new, Joonie had taken you a few times before to get checked out in the past. Although you felt some level of embarrassment through the ordeal. You made casual chat with Seokjin, feeling at ease even while he took your blood. He quickly offered you a lollipop after taking two vials of your blood, complimenting how good you'd been for the process.

It didn't take long before the results came back. Seokjin stood beside your exam table looking over the papers before he called for Yoongi to come back.

"First, _____, how did you deal with your heats before?" The doctor asked.

"Joonie put me on suppressants after my first heat," You responded, picking at the hem of your dress as you felt embarrassed talking about it.

"Did he help you out at all through your heats?" Jin asked and you noticed Yoongi stiffen in his seat before his dark eyes cut to you.

"N-No he never did," You breathed, not noticing the way Yoongi immediately relaxed.

"Alright, well Yoongi, you have a few options."

"Wait when's her heat due? Is it soon?" Yoongi asked.

"About two weeks," Jin didn't even look up from his papers as he relayed the news. "Here are some pamphlets about rabbit heats for you. Each one contains different methods to get through it along with a helpful guide on what to expect and supplies needed."

Yoongi rushed out a breathy ‘thank you’ as the two of you left before ushering you into the car.

Yoongi seemed rather tense on the ride home, if you were honest. You decided not to speak, not wanting to aggravate the situation. As much as you wanted to know his plans, you weren't willing to upset him to find out.

"_____, baby, can you go to your room for a minute?" Yoongi asked, though his smile was tight. You pouted a little bit but acquiesced, scampering down the hall and shutting your door. To drown out the talk from outside, you turned on your little radio that Yoongi got you.

You weren't the type to eavesdrop, after all.

"What is it hyung?" Jungkook asked, lounging on the couch munching on some barbecue potato chips when Yoongi came in.

"Her heats due in two weeks," Yoongi groaned, dropping onto the couch with a sigh.

"Two weeks?! That's so soon!" Jungkook gasped, sitting up straight. "What do we do?"

"Dr. Kim gave me some options and information on heats," Yoongi responded, dropping the little booklets into his laps. He opened the one on heat options first.

"Suppressants?" Jungkook wrinkled his nose, shaking his head.

"She said she'd been on them with Namjoon. Is there something wrong with them?" Yoongi asked his hybrid.

Since Jungkook was a male hybrid and also his first, he never really had to deal with the hassle of a heat.

"They mess really bad with hormones and stuff," Jungkook shrugged. "They can make hybrids sick and increase the risk of infertility."

"Okay so, let's not do that," Yoongi replied quickly, not needing to hear anymore about the risks. Your quality of life and future well-being were just as important as getting you through the heat safely.

"Self-help," Yoongi muttered, feeling his cheeks burn at the various pictures of sex toys on the page. Each one seemed specially designed for rabbit hybrids and they appeared quite different from human sex toys.

"Yeah, letting her take care of it alone," Jungkook shrugged. "Not the most comfortable option. Probably not the best for her, though."

"What? Why?" Yoongi asked, making Jungkook snort.

"Hyung, she didn't even know what our sex toys were in your closet, come on," Yoongi groaned at the reminder of the day you found their stash of toys. “Plus, she's living in a house with two men, one of which is a hybrid, so she'll be even more riled up than she has in the past.”

"Heat-partner," Yoongi hummed, eyes scanning the page. "The clinic offers a risk-free program to set up suitable mates for both heat-relief and breeding purposes."

Jungkook was silent beside him but Yoongi didn't seem to notice.

"It says here that there's two programs so she doesn't have to breed, that's good. We don't want any baby bunnies, do we? This might be good, a safe way to help her thro-" A growl immediately cut Yoongi off.

"You can't be considering that!" Jungkook snapped, yanking the pamphlet from his owner's hands, making the elder flinch in surprise at the show of aggression from his hybrid.

“Is there something wrong with it?” Yoongi muttered, obviously confused by Jungkook’s behavior.

“Yeah, I don’t want some pimping service to hook her up with some random guy who won’t know how to treat her right!” Jungkook cried, tossing the paper on the floor carelessly.

“Those are the only options we have, Kook!” Yoongi argued. “You just want her to postpone it to another date for our convenience? A heat partner will help it be over quicker and be safer mentally for her!”

“Then I’ll do it,” Jungkook snapped, silencing Yoongi immediately. “I’ll be her heat-partner then.”

“I don’t think that’s—”

“I love her, hyung,” Jungkook choked out, sitting on the couch with a sniffle. “I...can’t even stand the idea of some random guy using her just to get his dick wet. There’s no way that can happen!”

“Kook…” Yoongi sighed and carefully began petting his hair.

“Don’t be mad, hyung, I’m sorry,” Jungkook whimpered, laying his head on Yoongi’s chest.

“What would I be mad at?” Yoongi chuckled, hugging his hybrid.

“I-I shouldn’t have fallen for her!” Jungkook mumbled with another sniffle.

“Kook...I can’t be a hypocrite and tell you it’s wrong…”

Jungkook took a moment to register his hyung’s words before his head shot up in surprise. Yoongi nearly cooed at how cute his pup was when he was confused, but he held it in.

“Hyung...you…?”

Yoongi nodded with a sigh, “Looks like we’re both smitten by our little bunny, huh?”

They both fell silent, listening to the light hum of your radio floating in from behind your closed door.

"Shall we ask her?" Yoongi asked, feeling sort of nervous about it.

"Might as well," Jungkook replied.

You were laid in bed, watching the TV that Yoongi had gotten you. It was little, but it was sufficient for you to enjoy by yourself. You were feeling a little sluggish and as long as you were allowed, you planned to just veg all day.

It had been about a week since your doctors appointment, so you were able to put the pieces together and assume the date was growing closer.

Giggling at your cartoons, you pouted when you realized you were actually rather hungry. Your head rushed when you stood up and you whined. Ever since you realized your heat was due, you'd been gaining all types of symptoms that were just annoying. Sudden vertigo being one of them.

“Yoongi,” You fussed as you came from your room.

“What is it, baby?” Yoongi asked, meeting you in the hallway.

“Hungry,”

“Ah, right, there’s some snacks in the cabinet, honey,”

Yoongi read the preparation pamphlet and had worked hard to be prepared for your preheat. It said that you’d begin eating a bit more than usual, preparing your body for the days of your heat when you wouldn’t want to leave your nest. That was another thing; you were starting the nest. Both Jungkook and Yoongi’s belongings began to disappear, only to turn up in a pile in your room. The pile had significantly grown over the course of the week. So far you were only collecting, not yet making the nest. It wasn't time for that yet.

Yoongi expressed concern over the act being a form of mate-choosing. The pamphlet informed him that during heat hybrid would 50% of the time choose to officially mate with their partner.

Jungkook had told him that you using their items didn’t mean very much in terms of choosing them as your mate. You were simply collecting comforting scents and things you liked, that were soft or pretty; to make your nest appealing to lay in and look at.

As you began to search the cabinet for something appetizing to eat, you were hit with the delicious scent of your favorite hybrid. You turned around and grinned.

“Hi Kookie!” You greeted, stepping closer to him.

“H-Hey, _____, you—” He cut himself off by inhaling deeply. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head before he was suddenly turning on his heel and bolting to his bedroom. He shut himself in with a heavy slam of his door.

Shrugging, you pulled out a bag of carrot chips. Waving goodbye to Yoongi, who was busy working on his computer but still smiled in response, you went back to hide in your room. However, as you passed Kook’s room, you felt your mouth drop open at the scent permeating through the air.

His scent was tinged with something muskier, something that had you mouth watering. You hadn’t ever smelt anything as enticing as it in your life.

As much as you wanted to barge in there to get closer to the scent, you forced yourself to shut yourself in your room. It didn't do much to mask the smell, but once in your space it was dulled with your own scent and Yoongi's mixing in as well.

Crawling under your blanket, you did your best to ignore the addictive scent of Jungkook and the way your body began to sweat in response to it.

You awoke what seemed like hours later, when in reality it was probably just an hour. A soft set of knocks seemed to be the cause of your rousing.

"Come in," You grumbled.

"A-Ah actually, could you come out?" Jungkook muttered, voice barely loud enough for even your sensitive ears to hear.

"S-Sure," You replied, hurriedly untangling yourself from your blanket as you heard Jungkook move away from the door.

"Are you sure about this?" Yoongi asked Jungkook, unaware that you had arrived in the living room.

"More than sure," Jungkook's voice was surprisingly husky. "Are you sure, hyung?"

"Of course,"

"Sure about what?" You mumbled, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand as you approached where they sat on the couch.

"Well, come here, baby," Yoongi grabbed your hand when you got close enough, pulling you to sit between the two of them. "We have something to ask you."

"What is it?" You asked, curiosity making your ears twitch. Jungkook couldn't help but reach up and stroke the soft fur of one, making you smile.

"You know your heat is coming up," You nodded. "And we've decided not to put you on suppressants and we don't want you to have to deal with it alone..."

"So we..." Jungkook picked up where Yoongi left off, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. "We wanted to know if you'd be okay with us...helping you through your heat.”

You were silent, eyes wide in surprise at their proposition.

"Y-You...you want to go through my heat with me?" You repeated, making sure you had heard them correctly.

"That's right," Yoongi smiled. "If you want that, that is. If you tell us no we'll find another alternative, I promise.”

"You really...are you sure you want to do it with me?" Your question had both of them pausing.

"Why wouldn't we babygirl?" Jungkook cooed, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"B-Because I'm...you know..."

"What? You're what?" Yoongi grew more tense, afraid of what you might have to say about yourself.

"A...I've never...done it before..." Jungkook froze immediately at your words.

"Done what?" Yoongi asked, still lost.

"She's a virgin," Jungkook growled, eyes turning much darker than they were. Yoongi's mouth opened as he processed those words as well.

"I..." Yoongi cleared his throat. "I don't mind. I don't think...Jungkook does either,"

"Then...okay, I'd like you to help me through my heat then," You beamed, immediately making Yoongi coo softly at you.

"Fuck you smell so good," Jungkook suddenly growled, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

"K-Kookie," You whimpered, instinctively arching your neck to let him scent you more.

At your whine, Yoongi moved his own hand to your thigh. His touch had goosebumps rising across your skin and you sighed at his cool his hand felt against your heated skin.

"Can we touch you, baby?" Yoongi asked, feeling emboldened by your responses to their touches.

"Yes please," You whined, spreading your legs for both men.

"Fuck yeah," Jungkook groaned, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses over your neck. Yoongi cupped your jaw, angling your face towards his so he could plant his lips over yours — pulling you into the softest of kisses. Your first kiss. Well, except that time you kissed Namjoon in a burst of affection which caused him to turn bright red and hide in his room for 4 hours. You moved on instinct, moving your lips against his to get more of the heat from his mouth.

While distracted by the kiss, Jungkook's hand replaced Yoongi's on your thigh except he moved up to cup your heat through your panties. He forgot, for a moment, you were just wearing a nightgown and he could clearly feel how wet you were through the cotton panties.

"God you're soaking," Jungkook snarled, inhaling deeply to smell your arousal through the air.

"How cute," Yoongi chuckled, pecking your lips once more. His hand slid up your nightgown until he reached your bare breasts, cupping one in his palm.

You sighed at the feeling of their hands on you — touching your virgin body with their experienced hands. When Yoongi's fingers pinched one of your hardened nipples, your entire body jolted in shock.

"So sensitive," Yoongi groaned, gently thumbing over the bud to sooth the pinch.

"What if I just..." Jungkook trailed off as he slid his hand beneath your panties. The second his fingers made contact with your wet folds, your arched and cried out.

"Holy fuck," Yoongi chuckled, enjoying your loud responses to their simple touches.

Jungkook didn't reply, sliding his fingers between your folds to find your clit. Swirling two fingers around the swollen bud, you squealed and grabbed onto Yoongi.

"Put a finger in," Yoongi ordered, making Jungkook pause.

"Fuck okay," He breathed, licking his lips as he did as he was told — sliding a finger delicately into your tight entrance.

"Ah, Kookie!" You cried, trying to spread your legs more.

Yoongi, sensing your trouble, suddenly pulled his hand away from your breasts in favor of tugging your panties down. Once free, he pulled one of your legs over his lap leaving you completely open to his touches.

Both of their gazes zeroed in on your cunt — swollen and dripping wet with Jungkook's middle finger buried as deep as it could. Even with a single finger, your little hole looked so stretched and stuffed and Yoongi felt like the air in his lungs had been punched out of him.

"Wanna make you cum," Jungkook growled, pumping his single digit in and out of you.

"P-Please!" You whined, arching your hips, desperate for more stimulation.

Yoongi took you by surprise by letting his own deft digits find your hot little clit, circling it with his fingertip as you trembled. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt your peak rising.

"Tight little virgin cunt," Jungkook snarled, lips brushing against your ear. "Can't even fit my finger. How are you going to take my fucking knot, huh?"

His dirty words and the mention of his knot had you crying out. You clutched Yoongi's shirt and buried your face in his neck and sobbed out their names as you came.

Jungkook could feel your cunt tighten around him, abusing your g-spot as you trembled. Yoongi could feel the way your clit throbbed beneath his touch, coming hard for both of them.

When you came down, your clamped your thighs shut to keep them from stimulating your sensitive body any further. Finally, they removed their hands from between your legs and pulled you into a hug.

"Good girl," Yoongi cooed, kissing your hair, holding the back of your head against him.

"So good for us," Jungkook added, nosing against your scent gland and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You felt your eyes growing heavy and you allowed yourself to drift off to sleep in their embrace — the mild heat in your body momentarily sated along with the cramps.

#bts smut #btssmutclub #jungkook smut #yoongi smut #jungkook scenarios #yoongi scenarios #jungkook imagines #yoongi imagines #jungkook preferences #yoongi preferences #jungkook reactions #yoongi reactions #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #yoongi fanfic #jungkook/reader #yoongi/reader

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fuckthisblog · 4 years

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I need to spend more time on tumblr I forgot how calming this was.

I haven’t blogged since April it looks like so fuck...uuhhhh i used to make mini timelines on here and idek how to sum it all up but imma give it a shot for future me cause i always like to come back and read these - gonna go back in time a little to get the full covid picture but it ends with talking about the woods walk that lead to this video which brings me SO MUCH JOY

march 12th ~ last day i was at clinicals before it cancelled april 1st - online class stuff officially starts happening it probably happened before this but this is when i made a record of it. started anatomy review n shit for big ass exam april 5th - judging by my writing.. depression kicks in hard but also studying WAYYY too much every damn day april 14th ~ big deal first job interview april 17th ~ did the breakup thing, think that was the last time i wrote on here april 29th - found out big ass certification test on may 20th is scheduled for TBD ~ also found out i got the job but awsjhcfksdjhk now certifcation is postponed for got knows when may 1st - journal says “i got to see syd and i feel better”, dont think i realized how hard the breakup feels were hittin me cause i remember casually hanging out n then suddenly crying may 13th - slept through last day of my fucking class like a goddamn depressed dummy may 18 n 19 n 20 - miss kitty to the er, and then to her nuero appointment and they think brain tumor but cant afford MRI but prednisone instantly makes her better. all the scared feels of losing her and class being done and no certification exam in sight and just general awful nothingness floating through the void (still studying way too much everyday day) seems like i saw kirk like every other weekend idk how to feel about that im the worst w clean breakups may 21st ~ technically ive graduated but it feels like nothing. also idk if he did it this day or the next but kirk dropped off flowers and a card and a you did it! smiley face thing with a grad cap on that yells YOU DID IT whenever u touch it lol may 26th ~ study sesh w shawna n jordan i know i did other study seshs w them too but idk when, and then home and parents had signs made on the lawn to congratulate me graduating, and then sydney got dropped off and we headed to rhode island may 28th ~ very interesting/bad/idk wtf mushroom trip. adderall was still in my system and i dont think my body liked that mix and then i took xanax to try to calm down but theyre not pharm approved xanax so i just lost some time but syd took awesome care of me and we laughed about this weird juicy couture dress idk even though it was bad it was great cause i was with her. i do remember petting miss kitty and she had like overlapping colored outlines and looked very ethereal and it kept me calm while syd was outside. before the trip was great too i went to ocean state job lot and syd and i made a bonfire and ate donuts n delicious coffee milkshakes honestly it was all great slept entire day after bad trip but then wokeup and immediately started studying again lmao june 1st - called the people to try to get my test scheduled but that was a no go june 4th - letter arrives can actually schedule test - schedule for 16th STUDY STUDY DIE DIE DIE STUDY DIE STUDY DIE SHdkjceshkfchsdjc june 16th - FUCKIN PASSED MY TEST june 30th - mask fitting n stuff july 1st - good hangs w syd im lucky to have her july 5th - go to the fells for the first time in FUCKIN FOREVER cause syd and lucas were going n invited me and im so happy they did swimming felt so good omg july 7th - first day o work july 10th - officially scrubbed in again, feels good, but exhausting july 21st - all nighter where connor tells me he never loved me but in the context of an actually really good heart to heart session (which weve been having a bunch of latelyp) im upset but also not at all, work is exhausting but ive started taking my antidepressants again (literally that morning lol) and i go for a woods walk n swim after, and a deer follows me in the forest and its magical and life is good july 22nd - fuckin slept through work and thats never happened so been pushin myself a bit too hard july 25th - yesterday, worked saturday w j so we’re the only tchs there and did 2 lap apps and a hemiarthroplasty and it was good but also a little discouraging idk if this career is for me

and that about brings it up to today. talking to kirk less which is good for both of us. connor and i having lots of heart to hearts n genuine friendship chats. glad thats come full circle. lucky to have syd in my life. just generally idk that bears repeating haha i love her and writing this is realized how many times i wanted to write “and then syd made everything better” - she was the first person i called after i passed my test and she started screaming for me cause she knows me and knows my past and how hard ive worked and idk just a lotta love there. im lucky. word end of things idk wtf is going on but does anybody really? hahahaha. this career is not for me and i know it deep down but ill finish orientation before i do anything. but as of right now even though lifes good it kinda feels bad cause almost everyday im sweating and shaking and in so much fucking pain for a 10 hour shift and then i come home and collapse. antidepressants are helping though. i havent been on them for the entirety of my program/job so i thought that the job just came w this sort of exhaustion. but now im remembering theres after work tired and then theres depression tired.

#personal #video #deer #woodswalk

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werejusttouchingeachother · 5 years

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EXO as Fuckbois

Minseok:

Rich heir to a renowned prestigious business | flashy brands and makeup | fancy pool parties at the roof of his mansion | not interested in a serious relationship but wouldn't mind spending heaps of money on whoever has caught his eye this time | you'll be treated as a queen although temporarily | classic sugar daddy (and yes obv daddy kinks too) | giving him bjs in his Ferrari that lead to sex in luxury hotel suites | doesn't come back for seconds though so it'd be wise to cherish your time when his eyes are only on you

Junmyeon:

The CEO fuckboi | no time for a relationship, sex is for pleasure and to destress ONLY | we're talking daddy kinks all over the place | will ditch you if you're emotionally involved | you only have yourself to blame if you expect more than what he is offering | the offer is awfully tempting tho, a fact made more promising, convincing and appealing after the first time you have sex | you’re just the pretty arm candy at his expensive galas who he later pounds into the mattress at the hotel | taking you to fancy places on a whim in his private jet and fucking you senseless in exotic cities

Yixing:

The hardworking fuckboi | hustling all day, too many goals and not enough time | the fuckboi that can't commit not because of trust issues but cause he genuinely has no time for a relationship | the kind to cancel on even sex appointments because some work came up | yet will snapchat you whatever exciting thing he's doing that day | meets a lot ot people, fucks a lot of them | you know you're not the only one he thinks of but it's still nice to know that THAT song he wrote was about you | the kinda fuckboi that'll be gone before you wake up in the morning | but he'll kiss your head before he leaves

Kyungsoo:

The cold one, tragic heartbreak backstory™️ | ain't no one breaking that cold hard shell | only time you see him smile is with his friends | never calls/texts back | yet you feel yourself drawing closer when he gazes at you like that | you know its just for tonight but his lips make you forget that little fact and before you can overthink it, you're giving in and letting him drag you to the bed

Baekhyun:

The life of every party | "bros before hoes" (still appreciates a hoe tho) | hot & cute, a rare irresistable duality | the one everyone loves despite being as fuckboi as the rest | his charm and humour sucks you in just like all the girls before you | endless teasing, both in flirty words to lure you into bed and in bed | the fuckboi that you can still laugh with and meet, even after your one-night stand because with him, its never awkward | which is exactly why he's the kinda fuckboi you'd still go back to

Jongdae:

The og fuckboi™️ (dont @ me) | classic fuckboi cheesy flirty pickup lines and sliding into your dms at late night with "u up?" | doesn't bother with tricks and false promises, tells you directly that he's only in it for the sex | the kind that everyone warns you about but you can't stop going back for more | probably the most dangerous because there's something about him that's so sexy, so attractive, so addicting and he knows this, uses it to his advantage until you're wrapped around his finger | the one that'll hurt the most despite all your pep-talks to yourself that it will never be more because when his face is buried in your shoulder, soft breaths hitting your neck while his hair tickles your face, you can't help but wish for more

Chanyeol:

Multitalented king | the kind who doesn't catch your attention at first but draws you in the more you look at him | he sings well, raps well, plays the guitar well and its not surprising that his mouth and fingers are gifted at other things just the same | the kinda fuckboi that makes your heart ache cause he'll treat you like a princess and will do everything relationship-like with you but will never commit | his dreams are too high for him to settle down so he'd rather just have fun along the way

Kai:

THE fuckboi | stereotypical playboy | another rich heir + fashion king | the one with the smirk + gaze + body that drives every one who sees it crazy | the one that everyone is attracted to, even if they say they aren't | his mere glance is enough to have you soaking | smirks at you when he sees you flustered because he knows his power | if he wants you, he will have you because he's fire and you're a mere moth to his brilliant flame | the one with the irresistable sex appeal | if you're looking for the best sex you'll ever have, this is your man

Sehun:

Spoiled heir of a conglomerate | another "bros before hoes" fuckboi | always teasing and playful, even during sex | the most adventurous sex you'll ever have | threesomes/orgies are a given, he doesn't care about gender | foreplay, kinks, fetishes--sex that will leave you sore and limping the next day | right when you start to forget and move on, he'll make his way back into your life until you're back in his bed just the way he wants you

A/N: I just got an idea for “exo x supernatural creatures” while writing this (my exams for this week just got postponed so I’m on a fucking roll) as well as something for nct so if anyone has any requests, please drop em in my inbox, I’m going to continue writing these while procrastinating on my fics cAuSe WhY nOT? 🤡

#exo #exo list #exo minseok #exo junmyeon #exo yixing #exo baekhyun #exo jongdae #exo chanyeol #exo kai #exo sehun #this was... i honestly don't know where this came from #they were supposed to be moodboards of all of them but my fatass got lazy after making these shitty collages lol #had fun with this tho since I could make it longer than I did on Twitter

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tintriestotell · 6 years

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Pagkatapos kong sumablay

It has been over a year since graduation and a lot has happened since. As my gap year comes to an end, here’s my (poor) attempt to string words together on how it went.

So, what happened after I transferred the sablay from my right shoulder to the left?

I looked around and saw wide, genuine smiles from my batch mates. It was a great run with you, PH 2013. Here’s to serving more communities, always in all ways.

I looked for my parents and I was happy to see them proud. (Yes, Ma. I saw you wipe that tear.) After the ceremony, my dad had his hands full with five bouquets, one for me and for each of my college best friends. (Thanks, Daddy.) All that followed were greetings, hugs, some tears, photos everywhere.

And then, I went home – to the people I considered family for four years in the university. The remaining days were filled with graduation parties, celebrations, beach trips, getaways, all before we had to go our separate ways. [s/o ASS(S)U]

And then, I went home – to South Cotabato. I was welcomed with open arms by my family. I went to every family gathering I could go to, to make up for all the times I wasn’t able to attend because I was in Iloilo. I swear, every birthday, debut, anniversary, wedding. Tangina, you name it, I was there.

Of course, there were –

Hugs and handshakes

“Congrats” and “so proud of you’s”

But, I wasn’t saved from all the –

Graduate ka na, kelan ka magtatrabaho?

Si *name*, hindi nga UP pero may trabaho agad

Abi ko mag-med ka?

Truthfully, I went home – to explore what Public Health has to offer. There were opportunities too great, too hard to say no to, but, unfortunately, too far from home, so I had to let them go. I was set to find work in SC so I could be closer to my family. My patience was tested as I waited in line at job fairs, applied for clerical positions, sent a ton of emails, only to get rejected because of various reasons.

Wala abi position para sa field mo, sorry.

We need experience.

Hija, we have an age requirement.

Kailangan kasi may lisensya ka para sa job na ‘to.

So, I went home – to the friends I’ve had since childhood. I had all the time to catch up with them, and celebrations were in order.

Sleepovers!

Dinner outs!

Road trips!

But, the hype... well, it’s not always there.

From celebratory toasts to drinking the pressure away

From graduation speeches to drunk conversations of what to do next

From excited phone calls at 7am to breaking down at 2am

So, every time I went home – to our small town, to the familiar comfort of our house and the people in it, I wanted rest. It felt really great to be with the ones I love most for 24 hours in a day/7 days a week, but at the same time quite weird.

/Don’t take this the wrong way, but I think it’s safe to say that I share the same sentiments with those who’ve went away for some time and went back home/

I’ve lived alone for the past four years and it has taught me to be more independent. So when I went back home, it felt unsettling that I was always being tended to, always being asked on how I was doing, and always, always being around people. How weird and at the same time wonderful, to be asked what I wanted to eat for breakfast, and to wake up and actually have breakfast on the table. I wanted rest, and I got it. But, going back home also meant going back to responsibilities, obligations, and expectations.

Hatid/sundo mo muna..

Duty ka anay palihog kay kulang staff

Ihabol pasa ang permits

Bakit ka pala hindi nag-engineer?

For quite some time, I think my parents were worried about me, along with everything that has been going on. They were wary when I told them about my change of plans during my last year in college, my decision to go back home after graduating, my constant search for something I don’t even know. I questioned my choices, reflected on my relationships with the people around me, and dreaded each passing day that I doubted myself.

Three months after graduation, I was still unemployed. Now, it might sound so petty complaining about this, but I know that I wanted to work – to serve back. I was scared; it felt like I was losing time. By then, I was starting to realize that maybe I was meant to focus somewhere else – study for an upcoming exam, help my parents out, rest. So that’s what I did– duty in the day, read concepts at night. I made plans with friends and family for the remaining months, booked plane tickets, planned trips, prepared documents, etc. It was already October, and I was driving around SC, going into offices, meeting people, passing permits, when I got a call.

“Are you employed? If not, drop by the Provincial Health Office. DOH has something for you.”

And when I thought everything was falling apart, it was actually falling into place. I was happy and scared at the same time, I felt like I was going to burst. After a serious talk with my parents, I visited the Rural Health Unit, signed the contract and started first thing Monday.

So technically, I went home – to a new one, welcomed by a new family. I was deployed in another municipality’s rural health unit.

Evaluations and presentations

Fieldwork and local health board meetings

My childhood dream is to be a doctor and admittedly, I took BS in Public Health as my pre-med course. When I was choosing which course to take for college, I realized that every course would be hard, so I might as well take one close to my heart. I remember during our first year orientation, one of our professors told us that PH is not a pre-med course. But, four years in BSPH and I knew I made the right choice. Being in UP opened my eyes to society’s realities, most especially in our healthcare. This journey led me to advocacies and opportunities that strengthened the want and need to keep PHighting for the cause. I postponed my med school plans to know more about the system firsthand. No words can ever describe how thankful I was for the opportunity that DOH-HRH gave.

I came across this quote by Mahatma Gandhi, it stated: “The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.” I came to realize that this rang true.

However, just when I was starting to get to know the personnel and other health staff, just starting to get the hang of the job, when a whole new plot twist came my way.

Apparently, my parents wanted me to take the licensure exam. I was hesitant, of course because I was not sure if I could pass. At the same time, NMAT results were out and I needed to apply to medical schools. Some had really early deadlines. I was stuck in SC and cannot personally process my documents. My parents were bothered because we barely see each other in the house. My friends are always offering to have dinner or drive me to work and I appreciate their concern. I was juggling doing everything in my gap year that I guess it was taking a toll on me.

“Unsa man ning bataa nga ni uy, dili ka kabalo mupahuway?”

“Kath, mata mo ay, dalom na gid.”

“Uso matulog, girl.”

I was supposed to renew my contract with DOH, when my parents brought up MTLE again. It was January, and local review centers didn’t accept students anymore since the licensure exam is already on March. This was a very hard decision for me to make, but when I found a review center that opened a last section, I took the risk.

For a while, I had to go MIA – deactivated Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, the usual. Only a handful of people knew about my whereabouts. I was trying to avoid the weight, the pressure of people knowing that I was studying for the boards. As a PH grad, it was harder for me to study the Med Tech subjects. My review classmates were re-viewing the concepts while I was still just learning them. And I know studying in college was hard, but the pressure that MTLE puts on you, grabe beh. Iba. Di ako makatulog. There were assessment exams, simulated exams; I was having a difficult time processing everything because I can’t even reach the review center’s passing rate. At the same time, I was processing my med school applications, going into interviews, changing review schedules so I can work my way around both.

A few days before the MTLE, medical schools started to release the results for qualified applicants. I remember how happy I was to receive emails and see my name on lists. It was the push that I needed to get through. It felt like a thorn was removed from my chest.

During MTLE, believe it or not, I fell asleep during the second subject. Honestly, it was *that* difficult and I was uncertain if I could still pass. The next few days felt like torture as we waited for the results. But things started looking up when I got a call from my best friend, greeting me with “hello, RMT” Legit one of the happiest moments of my life.

And then, I went home – back to SC where I celebrated the victory with my family and friends. I got to visit the RHU and I remember how heartwarming it felt when they told me they were proud of me. I spent time with my family again, celebrated my dad’s 50th. My gap year was slowly coming to an end.

I went home – to UP. I can’t help but feel sentimental when I got my diploma. I personally thanked my professors for their recommendation letters, dropped by the laboratories to say hi to the staff, took photos with Oble, and walked around campus. Masaya akong pinaglaban kita, UP. Masaya akong pinili kita, PH.

It was already June when I’ve finally decided on which medical school to go to. If you asked me this time last year, I never would have imagined myself here. Let’s just say that PH reeled me in. July was filled with transition from gap year to medicine proper. I’ve traded seascapes and mountains for cityscapes and skylines. It’s something new, yet something familiar, too.

In the past year, I got to catch sunrises and chase sunsets, let myself get lost, crossed oceans, trekked mountains, met people, got to know myself more, and followed my internal compass that was pointing north. I may have taken the long way home, and the route is not always the scenic one, but it sure was worth it. I’m still scared of what the future holds, but I learned that things may not always go my way, and that’s okay.

This year, ahh this year, taught me that plans may change, but the goal remains the same.

And now, I’m going to medical school. This will be my home for the next few years, whether I like it or not. It’s funny how this universe works, but I’m happy that the road still led me to you, Public Health. Thank you for your warm welcome, ASMPH. Let’s #23iumphAsOne.

Malayong lupain, amin mang marating, di rin magbabago ang damdamin.

No matter where I go, I will never forget the lessons I learned from you, UP. You were there when my eyes were opened, when my heart was changing skin. You taught me that we are only able to achieve great things because we take risks. We are aware of the possibility that we might fail to achieve what we set out to do, but we do it anyway. You taught me that life may knock you down, and you will hit rock bottom. When that happens, the only way is up.

Pagkatapos kong sumablay, dama ko ang saya at pasa ko rin ang bigat na nasa balikat ko. The sablay is something we wear with pride, but at the same time, humility. It’s an achievement, and also a reminder of our responsibility to serve the people.

Pagsilbihan ang taong bayan, sa kahit anong paraan, sa kahit anong larangan.

#UP #sablay #ASMPH #medschool

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letholojimin · 7 years

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HOUR 1 (JJK)

STUCK SERIES - HOUR 1

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Themes: high school au, badboy & fuckboy jungkook

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,127

Summary: After being labelled the school’s biggest bad boy, Jeon Jungkook chooses to live up to the title. What he doesn’t know is that his arrogance will lead him to you.

HOUR 2 | MASTERLIST

"Why do you kiss ass so much?"

"Why are you such a fuckboy?"

It’s another one of those Fridays wherein you spend your after-school time to make up for requirements and pass all your different projects. You’d consider postponing everything and procrastinating but with your exams later in the month, it just wasn’t practical to do so. You’re almost done packing your stuff and heading home, out of this hell hole, until the worst thing ever happens. The lights black out. Trying not to scream due to fear of the dark, you bring out your phone and turn on your flashlight, walking out the classroom and into the corridor. “Hello? Is anybody there?” Your voice echoes throughout the maze of hallways yet you are met with no response. Fear slowly creeps into your veins and heightens when you check your phone to see that there is absolutely no signal in the area. Your feet take slow steps and you’re turning around to pick up your bag from the doorway when- “What the hell are you still doing here?” There’s a deep, husky voice that surprises you from behind causing you to jump up. When you turn around to flash your phone’s light on the person, you clutch your chest where your heart is to see it’s the biggest nuisance of your high school- Jeon Jungkook. You let out a breath, partially relieved. “I could ask you the same thing.” You retort, feeling less frightened now that you have company. He nods, muttering something along the lines of ‘you have a point’. Every step of his elicits a rather audible sound so you begin to follow him with your bag hanging loosely on your left shoulder. “Where are we going?”

“To the main entrance. How else are we gonna get out of here?” He answers, setting his own pace. “But seriously, why are you still here? It’s a damn Friday, for god’s sake.” You explain the reason behind your extended stay to which he scoffs loudly, calling you a nerd and telling you to chill the fuck out because it’s still three weeks before the finals. “Unlike you,” you begin, ready to defend your beliefs. “Some people don’t want to cram.” This makes him laugh loudly and you quirk up an eyebrow. “As if I’ll even do any of the work needed.” Eyes rolling, you stay silent because what else were you expecting as a response from him? You walk side by side wordlessly and eventually reach the front doors of your building, Jungkook pushing them forward yet to both of your dismay, they don’t budge. A string of curses leave his mouth and you begin to panic once again, worried about how you’re gonna get out. “Fuck!” He yells, kicking the side of the left door. “Fuck Taehyung and his stupid fucking dares! Fuck!” With the faint light coming from outside you get to see him ruffle his hair in frustration. Throughout his outburst you remain quiet, experiencing a far more intense mental breakdown. A few moments later, he notices how eerily quiet you are. “The hell is going on with you?” “We have to get out. We have to get out.” Your voice comes out in alarmed whispers and he finally grabs your wrist, starting to run. You don’t know where you’re even going at this point because your mind is running a mile a minute and so are you. When he reaches another set of doors, he’s relieved to see that they’re unlocked and all of a sudden, you’re greeted with fresh air. You can make out the view in front of you due to the faint lights around the area. It’s your football field and your track oval, bleachers surrounding the majestic training ground. “Thank god- air.” He says, spreading out his arms. While you pant beside him, he begins to shout once again- “Fuck you, Kim Taehyung!” “What did he do to you and why are you so mad?” You finally ask after having the query lingering in your head for a few minutes now. He smirks and tells you about how he was bribed by his friend with money to find a jersey in the locker room yet on his way back out, the lights just shut on him. At the end of his story, both of you situate yourselves on the third level of bleachers and try to accept the fact that you might have to stay there for the rest of the warm yet windy night. “You’re Y/N, right?” He suddenly blurts out and you hum in response. “Why do you kiss ass so much?” His blunt question takes you aback and you don’t know what else to say except a defensive “Excuse me?”

At this point, he leans back on the metal of the next level of seats and eggs you on. To his surprise, you simply ask him another question to avoid the topic. You might rip your hair out if you’re gonna be stuck with him for the night. “Why are you such a fuckboy?” He tilts his head to the side and gives an impressed look. “That’s touche. Unlike you though, I’ll actually answer the question.” He pretends to ponder for a while before continuing. “Good looks, good body, every girl’s after me. Why not?” You sigh and he reacts- “What? Were you expecting a different answer?” “No,” you shake your head exasperatedly. “that was the exact answer I knew I was going to get if I even got one.” Jungkook grins at you and for the first time you actually do see the kind of smile that everyone else falls for except you aren’t that shallow. You finally understood, though, why so many people chased after this boy.

“I checked the bulletin on the way here and the football team’s heading over at five or six in the morning to train for whatever tournament they have coming. I’ll probably beat Tae up or something but I just thought you should know.” You groan, seeing that it’s only 7:49 pm and you’d have to wait around 9 more hours. “Are you positive there’s no other way of getting out this place?” He laughs. “Believe me, this isn’t the first time I was stuck in here overnight. I guess I’m blessed though, since I actually have another person with me this time.” “I know this is as good of a place we’re gonna be able to stay in for the next ten hours at least but I’m kind of hungry so would you fancy coming to the cafeteria with me to steal some food? I’m pretty sure they’ve got something good there.” He invites and you get up. You take his hand and lift yourself up. “Let’s go. It’s not like I have anything better to do.”

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEON JUNGKOOK I LOVE U !!! okay this was a very impulsive thing to do but I was like oh hey mc x jk stuck in school at night wonder how that’s gonna turn out… so bam here you have the stuck series feat a fuckboy jungkook tell me what you think and send me requests pls im a sucker for requests thanks idk when ill update next hope this gets a single note peace out that gif killed me

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from-aina-to-zulaikha · 3 years

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recapping 2020, the year of the pandemic

well.... who would’ve thought this year would go down DOWN like this...... i remember 31st december 2019 we went out with sonsaengnim and some korean meleis to go dinner together at 4 fingers midvalley,,, went to dataran merdeka and watch amazing drones performance.....new year concert with friends.........suddenly on 16th of march malaysia opted for lockdown cus the situation went seriously serious. covid-19, coming from china now is announced as pandemic, people lost their jobs, ‘twas hard for students but i guess everyone’s got used to it. online classes.....online exams......concerts are postponed...flights are cancelled....sigh

i remember earlier this year, it was february i think, i was out in suria klcc sitting alone at starbucks, waiting for my dad to finish his work and suddenly i got a call from embassy of the republic of korea saying i got offered for a 2-weeks scholarship where i could visit korea! i was EXCEPTIONALLY happy. like. damn. i can go to korea and explore it first. well of course i still will go to korea sooner or later but this is an experience that i didnt wanna lose! i can visit the cultural places, learn languages, meet new people, like internationally....and everything is free....it was scheduled in july this year but covid didnt allow me.... well i kinda got sad because i really wanted to experience something like that once in my life. i was so happy i got to grab the chance because, yeah, i won the korean speech contest last year so it was such a golden opportunity for me! but ngeh, sokay, i guess not my rezeki.......

then when lockdown started we had our break for 2 weeks i think, and all the workplaces, universities and schools decided to continue with the all-new online learning and meetings.... microsoft teams, zoom, google meet, everything is used worldwide. so like it was hard at first and i was one of the people who HATED ONLINE CLASSES SO FUCKING MUCH. but nasib la, online exams pun i managed to get 4 flat for semester 1 and 2....... but for semester 3.... i got 3.92. alhamdulillah!

and so..... we finally sat for our TOPIK 2 exam which was postponed twice from april, to may, and finally to july. 12 july. FINALLY. but then the 2nd topik exam also got cancelled due to the current situation.

RESULTS DAY. i checked my result and i was SUPER SHOCKED cus i got LEVEL 5!!!!!! LEVEL FUCKING 5 BRO HOW THE HELL i mean i didnt even think that i did well in 듣기 and 쓰기 and 읽기 oh my god.... bersyukurnya. meaning i can already secure my place in any university in korea. alhamdulillah. and so i decided to apply for chemical engineering in sungkyunkwan university and mechanical engineering in hanyang university. p/s: papa gave me iphone 11 as present :))))) yippie

but then.......my plans went upside down ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ chemical engineering was my first choice but then i actually decided to accept hanyang university’s offer. HAHAHAHAHA THE MAIN REASON WHY IS....... I GOT A SCHOLARSHIP AAAAAAAA because i got level 5 in topik so i got 50% tuition fee reduction and if u calculate it i will receive approximately ~RM10K++++ holy shit bro i love money. it was a hard hard decision to make. did solat istikharah a few times.... and unexpectedly i actually dreamt about going to hanyang with syake, and ain.... (they also 고민 about this too) so that WAS the answer. hanyang university.

at this point i actually am so happy cus i did receive 2 scholarships at the same time....plus the one that i got from embassy but was cancelled though...total of scholarships = 3...im so grateful and so so overly ecstatic that i am given so much blessings through out the year. one goes, and another comes. tak sia sia amalkan surah al-Waqiah every week. the effects are so so fast, so so rapidly appearing one by one im so overwhelmed. alhamdulillah

tmi: i actually had this one theory where i used to dream a lot at night BUT solely about skies, stars, moon, clouds, and other outer space shit.... i dreamt of a meteor crash belakang rumah, looking at the moon with my mom because there was a weird phenomenon of the moon....a lot of times...i want to say that it relates to my life and my future... because seeing how much i receive from time to time its just so amazing, alhamdulillah alhamdulillah terima kasih ya Allah

we also planned to go for umrah end of this year but then it was all plans...so,,,,, insha allah next time.

another one last magical thing that happened to me this year is.... stray kids <3 god i love stray kids so much. one of my coping mechanism. watched their online concert with myra at gisuksa. so so so happy. bought their merch hoodie. so so grateful to be a STAY. so positive, so special, so lovely. their music, top tier. i stan self-producing idols <3 stray kids will glow more and more in 2021 im speaking into reality. thank you so much stray kids for adding more and more happiness into my life <3

honestly i never expected to become a kpop stan again.... bcs last time was in 2017??? like i just used to listen to their songs but not a hardcore fan cus i didnt even know who the members are hahahhhaa. but yea unexpectedly, impromptu, unplannedly, im now doing it again. when i saw bang christopher chan, i saw my future. ahahhaahah i cant help but stray kids are the greatest group i have ever seen. every each of them are so so precious and im so lucky to be a stay.

this year, it was hard for us but alhamdulillah.. it’s all good now. im so happy i get to fly with my korean meleis. all of us. alhamdulillah. to more adventures and happiness in korea! february 2021, degree life here we go!

2020 RESOLUTIONS RECAP:

1. get (at least) level 5 for topik 2 in this april and october! | ACHIEVED

2. 4 flat for foundation semester 2 and 3, insha Allah i can do it. | SEM 2 ACHIEVED, SEM 3 ALHAMDULILLAH HAHHA

3. receive an offer from sungkyunkwan university seoul in chemical engineering. aamiinn!! | result skku next week so idk yet but mesti dapat, but alhamdulillah gerak hanyang lu hahahha chemical engineering celah mana tah

4. DIET. DIET. DIET. less eating, more gym! road to at least 55 kg before yuhak! | more gym, yes. lose weight, no :( i guess i have to jaga makan in korea later on

5. flawless! stop that eczema and keep going aina! you are beautiful and you will always be beautiful! | STILL ONGOING WOOHOOO i see progress

6. no crush, no boyfriend. (yet) AND never get attached to people who considers me as 2nd option. move on from dennis, for fucks sake | dah lama move on errr. tapi huhu sedikit terluka juga lah tahun ini

7. recite Quran every day, khatam Al-Quran, amalkan surah al-Waqiah, al-Kahfi and al-Mulk. closer, closer and closer to Allah aza wa jalla and never be away from Him the Almighty. | still ongoing. insha allah constant

8. jauhkan diri dari maksiat, no zina mata, zina hati and all det zina | shuh shuh go away

9. always lowkey, always tawadhuk. | insha allah

10. focus on yourself. prioritise family. | YES SELF LOVE SELF CARE

11. give more to people, and Allah will give more to me. be grateful, and Allah will give more to me :) | YESSSSSSS DEFINITELY FACTS

12. ALWAYS help people the best way i could | insha allah

13. if things go hard, never stop. take rests but NEVER STOP. you will always succeed aina <3 im confident of that | you did great this year aina! more are coming your way and i believe you can do it

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blazardragon · 7 years

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Korotan D: English Translation of Chapter 1

Plus page 1 of Korotan D (pictured above) as a bonus since there’s no original art for this chapter. If you’re curious what Korosensei is saying, its:

“If you master the exercises in this book, your chances to pass your entrance exams will sharply rise!”

This chapter heavily features Karma and Nagisa. We also get a little bit of Kayano, Nakamura, and Isogai, and also a line or two from Kurahashi, Yada, Okajima, Takebayashi, Yoshida, Itona, and Terasaka.

I’ve added the images that are interspersed throughout this chapter at the same points they were located in the book in order to mirror the experience of reading from the actual book as closely as possible. You’ll see what I mean as you read!

“Due to heavy snowfall, various transportation facilities are experiencing delays. Because of this, entrance exams to the country’s public universities that were scheduled to take place today have had their starting times postponed……”

The news on TV relayed information about the heavy snowfall. Nagisa watched the news at home with an anxious look as he ate his lunch.

Today was the day that some of his friends from Class E were supposed to take their entrance exams. Nagisa, who was already slated to go straight to Keisetsu University from his high school, ardently prayed for his struggling comrades.

Was everyone able to make it to the exam halls on time?

While he was thinking about everyone, he received a LINE* message on his phone.

Karma: Are u free right now?**

Nagisa reflexively looked at the TV again. Karma was supposed to be in the middle of taking the entrance exam for Togyo University. He immediately replied:

Nagisa: Today’s your exam, right?

Karma: Of course. Right now, I’m on lunch break

Karma: It’ll be over in three hours, so let’s meet up after this

Nagisa smiled wryly at Karma’s invitation.

Nagisa: You’re rather composed

Karma: I guess you could say that. So, does the usual family restaurant at 4:00 sound good to you?

Nagisa: It’s snowing hard outside, though?

Karma: It’s snowing hard over here, too, but I’m still doing this exam, you know

Karma: Don’t stay all snug and cozy in your room and get over here

In the end, Nagisa gave in and headed off to the meeting place Karma had specified, treading on the new snow underfoot. On the way to the station, he saw some elementary schoolers having a snowball fight. While taking care not to get hit by a stray snowball, he traversed through the difficult terrain and arrived first of the two at their usual family restaurant. His body had become thoroughly chilled, so although he had entered a warm room, the core of his body remained cold. His body shivered as he waited, until Karma came at the exact time he had specified.

“Yo.”

He was so tall that he immediately captured the attention of those around him. He had grown 10 centimeters since middle school, making him 185 centimeters tall.

It was really unfair……

Nagisa, who still hasn’t even reached 160 centimeters, believes that his own growth spurt will happen any moment now……. It will be several years before he realizes that it’s never going to happen.

Karma smirked once he noticed Nagisa staring at him enviously.

“What’s wrong Nagisa? Is my face too high for you to see?”

“…Just be quiet.”

This year, Nagisa made sure not to meet with Karma because he was worried about Karma’s exams. When Karma would invite Nagisa to hang out with him in spite of his upcoming exams, Nagisa would end up giving him the cold shoulder.

“How did your exam go today?”

“It was no big deal. None of the problems were beyond what I had expected.”

Even though he had just finished a grueling exam, Karma didn’t look worn out in the slightest. In fact, he was just as nonchalant as ever.

“Who cares about the exam? I called you out here because I wanted to discuss something with you. Let’s all go on a graduation trip.”

“…A graduation trip!?”

“We’re all going to become college students or inherit the family business, so we’re going to have less chances to go on trips together. Everyone should be able to make it if it’s Mid-March, right?”

“……Mid-March? Entrance exams will still be going on. If anybody fails their midyear exams, then……”

“I’m telling you, it’s going to be fine. We’re Class E, after all.” Karma smirked.

“Takebayashi made sure not to repeat the mistakes he made when he had taken his high-school entrance exams and squeezed his way into a private university commensurate with his abilities. I passed by Isogai at the exam hall earlier, and it didn’t look like he had any problems, either. Even Terasaka passed the exam for one of his backup universities, so even that cheeky bastard is gonna be a college student. As far as I know, everyone should be able to make it.”

“Is that……so?”

Then, Nagisa suddenly remembered:

“Kayano won’t be able to make it! She said that she had a film shoot overseas around that time!”

“Seriously!? I see. That’s too bad… She sure is a popular actress.”

“She said it was for an Action-Adventure film called Gold City.”

This surprised Karma so much he halfway stood up from his chair.

“Eh!? You’re kidding!? That movie is directed by the same guy that did Sonic Ninja!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really! I’m sooo jealous! So, she’s already an international star. Kayano-chan’s amazing!”

When Nagisa was in Class E, he and Karma had Korosensei take them to Hawaii, where the three of them watched Sonic Ninja. It’s a movie Nagisa holds a lot of deep memories for. Recalling the gap between Karma, who only watched it because he liked the director and coolly conveyed that he thought the movie was “cliché”, and Korosensei, who was crying out loud over that “cliché” story, Nagisa felt a wave of nostalgia.

“Do you still regularly keep in touch with Kayano-chan?”

“Yeah, although, all we do is exchange text messages. She’s extremely busy, so we shouldn’t let our goofing around snatch away her precious time.”

Karma was shocked at Nagisa, who said this with a smile.

“Nagisa, you’re way too reserved. For us, she isn’t ‘Mase Haruna’, she’s Kayano-chan, a member of Class E just like us. Sometimes you should just try being pushy and invite her out. She’s our dear friend, right?”

“Maybe you’re right, but……”

“Although, I guess it’d be impossible to invite her to a graduation trip if she’s doing a film shoot overseas. Did you hear where she was going?”

“Yeah, she said she was going to the country of Phnon in Southeast Asia. They’re doing a film shoot at a group of temples designated as a World Heritage Site.”

Karma struck his hands together. His face showed that he just thought of some kind of plan.

“I know where we should go for our graduation trip. Let’s go see Phnon’s World Heritage temples!”

“Ehh!?”

“This is perfect! I was thinking that we should go somewhere overseas, so let’s go where Kayano’s going!”

“But that’s absurd! If we go there, we’ll just bother her!”

“It’s okay if we’re just going there to take pictures. It’s not like we’re going there specifically to bother her. It’ll just be coincidence that we meet her there. Just coincidence.”

Karma smiled a smile fit for a demon. When he becomes like this, there’s no stopping him.

“It’s decided.”

Karma immediately pulled out his smartphone and sent a message to the rest of Class E. Shortly thereafter, replies started pouring in one by one.

Kurahashi: Graduation trip, let’s goo~

Yada: We haven’t had many chances to gather together since graduating from Class E, so I’m really happy-

Okajima: A southern country is a great idea! I can forget about all this snow

Takebayashi: I was thinking that I wanted to go somewhere before we get busy

Yoshida: Let’s go on that graduation trip!

Itona: Since Terasaka got into his backup university, everyone else should be fine. Let’s go

Terasaka: Don’t just place me on the bottom of the pack!

“See, everyone looks like they wanna go. It’s decided.”

Karma showed Nagisa the screen of his smartphone. Nagisa could also see how excited the rest of Class E got the instant they heard the plan.

“I guess there’s no choice. Geez.”

But then, another message appeared. Karma clicked his tongue once he saw it.

Isogai: I really want to go on that graduation trip

Isogai: But I don’t know the results of my entrance exam yet, so I’m not really sure what to do

“That Isogai. What’s he acting so timid for…? If he used his full strength, then he definitely passed, and yet…”

“Well…probably, but… Isogai-kun seems worried about the trip itself, too.”

“Ah, I get it. It’s because he’s as poor as usual…And he didn’t accept any more prize money than we did, too.”

Karma’s smartphone vibrated. It was a message from Nakamura.

Nakamura: Leave it to me to get discounted airfare and lodging! I have an acquaintance overseas that can help us, so I can arrange something cheap

Nakamura: It’s even okay if we cancel our plans at the last minute, so it’s alright if someone needs to apply for one of the public university exams

Nakamura successfully inferred his circumstances and made a suburb assist.

“That’s Nakamura for you. She made quick work of that. Now Isogai can come, too. You have no complaints either, right, Nagisa?”

“…..It’s because I was blabbing about Kayano’s schedule that everyone’s going to go bother her. This is all my fault,” Nagisa replied with a depressed look on his face.

“Don’t worry about that. After all, I just got the details from Kayano herself.”

“Eh!?”

Karma showed Nagisa Kayano’s reply

Kayano: I’m going to be doing a photoshoot outside of Japan around that time. Sorry.

Kayano: I really want to go with all of you! I’m so bummed-

Karma: It’s for Gold City, right? I saw an announcement for its production on the news. You’re totally an international star now, huh

Kayano: No no, far from it!

Karma: It’s located in Southeast Asia, right? Where exactly are you shooting the film?

Kayano: We’re doing it at Phnon’s World Heritage Site

Karma: My parents have also gone to those temples, but they said it’s near a lot of water, which was terrible. Make sure you take care~

Kayano: I will, thanks. Say hi to everyone for me!

“See? With this, I was able to confirm the location and time of the film shoot from Kayano herself. This whole plan of mine has nothing to do with you spilling the location, so you can sit back and enjoy the trip.” Karma stood up with a broad grin.

Nagisa was tongue-tied at Karma’s ability to put his scheme in order in less than half an hour.

“I’m grateful that you took my feelings into consideration, but will Kayano really be happy about having such a large number of people intrude on her……?”

“Of course! Now, go ask her what her film schedule will be and where she’s lodging.”

“I can’t do that!”

“A ha ha, guess not. Even I wouldn’t be so shameless to ask her something like that~ We’re gonna surprise Kayano with everyone, so keep it a secret, ‘kay?”

With his devilish smile remaining on his face, Karma left the restaurant.

---He’s the same as ever, but will we really not be a hindrance to Kayano, I wonder……?

Nagisa, fraught with unease, remained in the restaurant for quite some time.

Translation notes:

*LINE is an extremely popular social networking app in Japan. If you smash Facebook and Skype together into one free app, you basically get LINE.

** In this particular sentence, Karma abbreviates his message in the Japanese text (even though it’s already short to begin with, gosh), so I had him write in “text speak” in my translation

Also, I included honorifics whenever they were included in the text, but it seems there aren’t that many. Just the -kun Nagisa added to Isogai’s name and the -chan Karma added to Kayano’s. I guess everyone in Class E has gotten closer since last time we saw them ^_^

It seems Karma and Nagisa go to this family restaurant often. I wonder what kind of food is served?

#assassination classroom #Ansatsu Kyoushitsu #Korotan D #Nagisa Shiota #Karma Akabane #Kayano Kaede #AssClass #Translations

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Redefining Your Purpose in Your Life by KLC

After all we have been through (more on that later…I am working my way backward), I

have taken the positive approach to what has happened. My mom always said, what will

be, will be. I take that to heart. I know I can be somewhat anxious or stressed at times,

right? [Long awkward pause of silence]. Okay, well “somewhat” could be the

understatement of the year. However, when one knows all we have been through, the

word I keep hearing is resilience. People cannot believe how normal and happy we seem

even when we keep getting bad news.

On Sunday, June 24, my husband and I went out to lunch. In two days, we could finally

announce that we were expecting. After all the disappointments (again, more on that

later), we wanted one last peek at the baby before officially shouting it from the rooftops. I

have been open about all our obstacles and struggles. I did not lie if someone asked if I

was pregnant. I felt sort of, well, superstitious. I felt anyone I told could tell anyone they

wanted to that we were finally expecting. However, I felt if I said anything, eek. My

husband, I thought, felt the same way…cautiously optimistic. My husband refused to

even discuss baby names until that June 26 appointment and yet I was receiving emails

daily from wives of his friends sending their congratulations. The man that would not

discuss baby names was having a hard time keeping it quiet. At the same time, I was

having nightmares that we had a two (2) year old we were calling “baby” because we had

never discussed baby names and have different tastes in names.

It was truly a miracle we were even pregnant when we had been told it would never

happen. I felt perfectly fine during the first trimester other than suffering through my very

first migraine and having anxiety while driving. No morning sickness whatsoever. Yet, we

were cautious. I would have been 13 weeks along by the time we announced it. We were

finally allowing ourselves to start to get excited. This was really happening. The nursery

had been ready since 2008.

After lunch, we went shopping. No surprise there. My husband will never admit this, but

he is a bit of a diva. “He likes him some shopping.” I, personally, do not like it. I like new

clothes, but I completely understand those that have personal shoppers. As we were

walking in to Kohl’s, I felt a slight cramp on my left side. I actually said out loud, “Cramp.

Odd. Have not felt one of those in months.” We went about our business and on the drive

home, I actually said to my husband that it was “safe now” and asked him to give me

ONE name he liked. I said I felt like it was a girl, so I asked him many times over on the

ride home to give me one girl name he liked. Finally, he said… Sarah Elizabeth. Gasp!

My husband finally said a name. As thrilling as that was, I had to respond “veto”.

Although Sarah was my grandmom’s name, and Elizabeth is lovely as well, there was no

way this Big Ten mommy was having her child’s initials be SEC. I was on to him. I saw

where this UGA daddy-to-be was going.

When we got home, I went to use the “loo”, the powder room, the ladies. Blood. I tried to

remain calm and actually walked downstairs with my shorts around my knees telling my

husband I was bleeding. I called the doctor and they told me to get off my feet

immediately, drink a lot of fluids and to call in the morning if I was still feeling bad. At 4:00

a.m. the backside pain and cramping were so bad, I woke up my husband. I teared up a

bit because I knew. I just knew it and yet I never saw this coming. I told my husband I

simply did not feel well. I was trying to clue him in with a gentle manner. We called the

doctor again and they said to call at 8:30 when they open. They open at 8:00, actually.

That annoyed me a bit. At about 7:15 a.m., my husband said, “This is stupid. Let’s just go

in.”

We arrived at the doctor’s office, and for an ob-gyn’s office in a hospital, I can honestly

say I am amazed they were so shocked to see a “walk-in” as the staff kept calling me. I

had been going to my doctor for over fifteen years and referred dozens of women to her. I

love my doctor. My doctor had even seen a friend the prior day and the friend said the

doctor and she were talking about my pregnancy and the doctor said about me, “I just

love her!” Now, at this moment, at 8:00 a.m. on a Monday morning and after two calls

overnight about a possible miscarriage, I was “the walk-in”. So, we sat and waited…and

waited….and waited. Finally the walk-in and her husband were invited back for an

ultrasound….with two other very pregnant couples. Wait. It gets better.

The six of us were seated in a small u-shaped room with just enough room for six people.

I felt like saying to the other two couples, “Guess which of these things is not like the

other.” As the other very pregnant couples on either side of us kissed and canoodled, I

realized that the biggest oversight in medicine is not having a separate waiting area for

women that have miscarried. My husband and I could not have been deeper into our

phones. I think they could at least have handed us horse blinders, no? To make matters

worse, the other two couples were called in for their ultrasounds first. No rush. I am only

in pain and hemorrhaging. I kept thinking of Brian Regan’s bit about driving himself to the

ER when he was ill and the ER had no valet parking. “No. After you. Everybody merge. I

am only imploding.”

When it was our turn, my husband sat in a chair next to the exam table. On the other side

of me was the tech. The tv screen was behind her. I could see the screen but my

husband could not see over me and the tech. I briefly looked at the screen and there was

nothing. Just a blob. No little whoosh whoosh, no blinking light. The tech softly said,

“There is no heartbeat.” Her job kind of (pardon me) sucks. Can you imagine how she felt

to tell me that on a Monday morning? To my left, where my husband was sitting, silence. I

could see he was sitting with his head down. “Honey? Did you hear that?” “No. What?”

“There is no heartbeat.” More silence. I got dressed and suddenly the walk-in is the most

popular, beloved patient in the office. They ushered us into another exam room. My

doctor was at another office that day so we saw her partner that had to confirm the

diagnosis. As I stripped down and waited on the table, my husband went into the

attached private bath. Thinking no one could hear him, he called his parents. I heard, “I

don’t have good news. We lost the baby today. We are still at the doctor. Ok. Bye.” When

he emerged, his eyes were red and watery.He said, “Well, that went well. They burst into

tears.” (I don’t think the apple fell far from the tree that day).

I have only seen him cry twice in 13 years. When I proposed (yes, you read that right. A

story for another time) and when we had to put his beloved border collie Hope to sleep

after fifteen years (also another blog for another day). He slumped down in the chair as

we waited for the doctor to enter.

If there is anything I am good at, which is surprising given my anxiety history, it is being

positive and calm in the midst of bad news. As I told him, this was not the end of the

world. We could try again. All we ever wanted was a healthy child and, as my mom said,

be careful what you wish for. This baby obviously was not healthy. It could have been so

much worse. We could have gone nine months only to have the child be sick, stillborn or

die young, like my boss. He lost his son this year to cancer at nine years old. There are

so many bigger problems in life. He looked up at me with those red, wet eyes and said, “I

don’t think I can do this anymore.”

The doctor then entered the room in surgical scrubs. Turns out a woman was in labor in

the next room. One life ends and another begins. I do believe that. My boss lost his son

and when I was pregnant three months later, he was the most thrilled for me. At any rate,

Dr. K examined me. I literally jumped when he touched me on the leg. I actually said, “It is

not like I have not done this before. I have no idea why I am so jumpy. My yahoo has

never seen so much action.” [I was referring to all the specialists, doctors and tests I had

to go through to verify that I was able to have children.] The doctor apologized over and

over again….to me. He was very focused on me. He said we had proven our fertility –

that we can indeed get pregnant and could do so again. The doctor was in front of me to

my left and my husband was in front of me to my right. The doctor kept asking me if I am

okay and giving me condolences. I think he probably thought I was mentally ill as I

smiled, said I was fine, nodded and kept darting my eyes in the direction of my husband.

See, I have always felt that if I remain strong, it helps those I love that are hurting. I did

that when my mom died – thinking it would help my dad and brother. I really have no

anger. Not about this or anything. The only thing that can make me angry is seeing

people I love hurt. At that moment, it was all about my husband. My best friend said to

me, “I am sure the doctor was shocked by your calm, positive demeanor. Can you

imagine what he has seen when he has to tell a woman she has just miscarried?”

The doctor talked about the next few days, what to expect, etc. We were planning to

leave the next week on one big babymoon to finally celebrate after nine years of

adoptions, doctors, tests. We splurged big time, but it had to be postponed, like most of

the things in our lives the past nine years due to being totally engrossed in the possibility

of becoming parents.

When we got in the car to drive home with the baby still inside me, I called my dad and

his wife. Then, I turned my attention back to my husband. His eyes remained the same.

He was so handsome, quiet, and focused on the road. I asked him if he was sad. He said

yes. My husband may be a man of few words, but eventually the flood gates open. I said,

“Do we need to talk about this?” He responded, “About what?” I replied, “I don’t know. I mean, we have never been through this before so I don’t really know what to say.” Then,

the flood gates opened a crack:”I don’t know how many more red flags I can take. Are we

not supposed to have a child? I don’t think I can do this anymore. I want to forget this

whole thing happened. I don’t want to talk about adoptions or doctors or specialists or

babies for at least two months. It has been nine years of disappointment.”

I have since respected his request. Physically, I am on the mend. We postponed our

babymoon and went on it a few weeks later, but this time it was to heal. We flew first

class, hiked, exercised, swam, read, and I honestly think it was the best vacation of our

lives. I had not flown first class since my mom died 18 years ago. My dad loaded my

brother and I on a plane, first class, to Las Vegas. My husband and I were now off to do

the same. A week in Las Vegas first class grief style. I recommend a first class trip for

everyone at least once every 18 years. Splurge. Life is short and you cannot take it ($)

with you.

Now we are home. I am back at work. I am doing all of the things I need to be doing. I

have never miscarried before. I chose to be proactive and I immediately scheduled a visit

to a therapist. We had to see therapists before, as a requirement numerous times during

our quest for a baby, for adoption agencies and for the medical specialists. I went on

medicine the day of my miscarriage to thwart any hormonal mood swings that may be

coming my way. I don’t have a mom here to talk to anymore. I have never miscarried. I

still have no idea what is “normal” or what to expect. I wanted to take the bull by the

horns. There is no shame in making sure you are healthy and doing what you need to do

to stay that way. Writing is another way that I am healing.

Don’t get me wrong. I have had a few moments. Like when we were told nine years ago

that we probably could not have children, I cried for about five minutes on my way home

from work. I was at exit 7. I remember it clearly. I had a mini pity party and then said, to

myself alone in the car, “People dying of cancer would love to have your problem.” I had

a moment like that before the hospital wheeled me in for my d and c (a procedure to

remove the baby). I tear up now just thinking of that moment I had at the hospital. I am

sort of a delayed griever. It is as if I need to take care of everyone else around me, and

then later, it will hit me. I don’t think it has really hit me yet that we lost our baby. The

baby was sent off for tests. What happened was, as the doctors put it after everything we

have been through, “a very expensive fluke”. It is no one’s fault. That part is important to

remember so I will write it again. It is no one’s fault.

We meet with the specialist “Tressel” (He looks like former OSU coach Jim Tressel) next

week to get his thoughts on the possibilities and if we can emotionally handle this again.

He is “the” guy in Atlanta. He told us we could get pregnant when no one said it was

possible. He is the medical director of the entire facility and the staff could not be more

positive and comforting. They blow the experiences we have had with adoption agencies

out of the water. This last attempt at a child was going to be the last hurrah. Now, I don’t

know. I am fine either way. When one person asked me if we were going to try again, my

response was, “I will do whatever my husband wants.” If he wants to try again, I will do it

for my husband. It is totally and completely up to him. I have never been a wife to say no

to my husband. By that (get your minds out of the gutter), I mean that if he loves it, we wil lmake it happen whether that be a new car, a new dog, a new tile floor, a baby. If he is

happy, I am happy. I have faith that everything will work out, no matter what the future

holds. If you have your health, you have everything (quote courtesy of my father).

For those of you that don’t know me well, it has never been about giving birth. I am

missing that gene. I have always been about motherhood. It does not matter to me how it

happens. It does not biologically have to be mine. Kind of like, I was never about the

wedding but more about the marriage. I choose not to be angry. I choose to take the

cards we have been dealt and turn them into something positive. I don’t know what that is

yet, but I know that anger solves nothing. I prefer to channel that energy into something

that makes me feel good inside. I choose to be happy. I felt happy when my friend said to

me, “Well, now your mom has her grandbaby on her lap in heaven.” I never even thought

of that until she said it. Instead of being angry, I prefer to think my mom missed me and

wanted a little part of me with her. We found out last week our baby was a girl.

My therapist suggested that I start writing again. Thanks to my loving sorority sisters and

friends that bought me an ipad, I can now do so. I will try to make them (and anyone who

reads this) proud. The therapist thought writing would be very helpful for me to heal from

this nine year journey. He said for nine years, I have been focused on this one goal. Now

that the goal may not be achieved (and I dislike failure – my mom never let me say hate),

I have to redefine my purpose in life. It is like I am having a bit of a mid-life crisis. If I am

not going to be a mom, what am I going to do to make a difference in this world? Is this

all there is (meaning work, commute, home, sleep, work, commute, home, sleep)? I tear

up thinking I may be an 80 year old widow (I guess I assume my husband will go first due

to his love of salt and redmeat?) in a nursing home with no children and no one to come

to my funeral.

I also do feel a bit like Julie and Julia. Although I am not cooking every night, I will be

working on my blog. I know how Julie felt in the movie when she had one follower of her

blog…her mom. I am sure mine will be my dad – if he can figure out the computer. I hope

my readers and followers will go with me on this journey as I redefine my purpose in life.

Until next time, socks.

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