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robotstrategy · 3 months

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Recalled • Part 4 • 30 - Roland

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Drops of black ink fall into the bathtub as Roland unravels the skin wraps Lee had wrapped him with. Lilian watches as he rinses off all the inky residue revealing the pieces of art across his body.

When Roland was ten he broke his arm, his mom got him a cast instead of a new arm because it was cheaper, he had drawn a shark on it and made the drawing into a permanent tattoo when the cast was cut off. At thirteen he was attacked by a shark that swam too close to the beach, that or he swam too far out. When he walked back onto the sand he was battered and bruised, he had scars that would still be on him today if they weren’t given to Nero and Connor. His step-dad told him it was karma for the things he did earlier that day, he didn’t even care that his step-son could’ve been eaten alive if Roland hadn’t beaten that shark to death.

Roland wonders why he still likes sharks, maybe he just never had the money or time to get the tattoo removed, or maybe it was the respect he had for a bigger monster out there; that no matter how awful he or his step-dad was, there was literal bigger fish to fry.

Roland curses himself, he’s thinking about his stepdad again, and how something could be worse than him. Admittedly dying to a ferocious animal is way worse than a few strikes to the back, but there’s a difference between a trigger-happy, abusive parent and a defensive, scared animal.

“Do you mind grabbing that second skin wrap over on the counter?” Roland asks Lilian as he thoroughly cleans his arms and legs.

Lilian goes over to grab the second skin. “Why are you covering it again, it’s too pretty to be covered.”

Roland laughs, taking the wrap from Lilian’s hands. “It’s not done healing, I just needed to get the extra ink off.”

Roland wraps up his limbs in the transparent gauze-like wrap before wrapping them again in blue bandages, he turns to the mirror to inspect himself, groaning at the sight of freshly emerged pimples.

Roland has the luck of a teenage girl when it comes to pimples, it’s like dandelions, there’s one, and then there’s a ton, and he can’t get them to go away as easily as his friends used to.

“You can use some of my face wash if you want.” Lilian eyes Roland.

“Ya sure? I mean, I don’t know if I should use stuff that isn’t really mine.”

Lilian scoffs. “Just because you’ve become possessive of your stuff doesn’t mean I have.” She pulls out an elastic and hands it to him. “Put your hair up, then it won't get in the way.”

Roland grabs the elastic and puts his hair in a high ponytail, a few shorter pieces fall back into his face. Lilian pulls out a specialty acne cream, apparently it’s supposed to pull out all the gunk in someone’s pores in a matter of four hours.

“Only put that on the spots that need it, or else you’ll wreck your face even more than it already is.” She hands him the tube, and she then goes for a bag of pimple stickers, placing some on her own problem areas. “Take your pick, you won’t want puss leaking out of your face when the treatment starts.”

Roland scoffs. “No offence, but I’d rather not have unicorns and teddy bears on my face.” To that Lilian rolls her eyes. “There’s some sea creatures in there if you dig hard enough.”

Lilian brushes her teeth while Roland places salmon and starfish on his face. “How’d you get it anyway?” Lilian asks, in reference to Roland’s acne.

“Chocolate pudding.”

“You’ve been eating that a lot.”

“It’s becoming a comfort food.”

And it really is, it’s a simple treat, but it seems like in any slightly stressful situation he’s gotten it. Back at the hospital when he had first woken up, in the support group, his mom had gotten him a carton of it as a treat when he got released from the hospital after the freakout with his meds. He supposes it’s what spam is to Hayden, but then again it was never something present in the basement, god forbid Sonia gets them anything nice.

However, Roland is happy that it hasn’t become such a big thing, last night he ate the last pudding cup he had in that pack of six. Admittedly having a cup almost every day isn’t the best, but if they were bought for him he should be allowed to have them.

“So what are you doing today?”

“Sleeping.”

Lilian gives him a look, staring him up and down. Roland scowls.

“What’s with all the attitude?”

She stays silent for a moment. “I thought you’d go get a haircut.”

“Don’t you need an appointment for that?”

“Leslie doesn’t get many customers these days, you’ll be fine.”

“Haven’t I had enough of altering my body this week?”

“I want to go outside you wet rat!”

Roland wheezes at the randomness of that insult. “What did you just call me?”

“A wet rat! Now go get dressed, and tell Mom we’re going out this time!”

Lilian waits outside on the doorsteps as Roland comes out the door, his hair still in a ponytail. As they walk out of the yard they’re greeted by Otto and Martha, who are out gardening.

“Hi dear, oh, what happened to your arms and legs?” Martha asks.

“Nothing, It’s just tattoo wraps.”

“Oh, are you doing the same thing that the other Recalls are doing?”

“Uh-huh!”

“Oh that’s lovely, are you taking your sister on a walk?” Martha peeks behind Roland to take a look at Lilian who clings to him.

“Apparently I’m getting a haircut,” Roland jerks the arm that Lilian holds onto, “I got called a rat.”

Otto and Martha share a chuckle, “Well, I hope you look less like a rat by the time your hair gets trimmed.” Otto jokes.

Roland and Lilian walk further down the street into the city.

“Do you know them?” Lilian asks.

“I had lunch with them last week, nice people.”

“I’ve never met them.”

“You should.”

Roland and Lilian walk down the street of the suburbs, every once in a while there’s a big tree overflowing onto the sidewalk, shading the path in which they walk. Sometimes there’s a swing hanging down from them. Roland has never noticed it, but it seems like the city has become more youth-friendly recently. Though, somehow there’s more anti-homeless architecture, and Roland is not necessarily sure if it’s meant to be anti-homeless, or anti-teenager. There’s a big puddle up ahead from the rainstorm last night, one of the many blessings in an Indiana summer, unfortunately, it’s not a blessing for the light-sleeping Roland.

When they get close enough to the puddle Roland hops over it, but Lilian jumps into it, splashing Roland in the process, wetting his socks.

“I thought you didn’t want me to be a wet rat.”

“I don’t, stop letting me make you a wet rat.”

Roland starts running down the street, hopping from side to side, avoiding the puddles while Lilian chases after him stomping through all the puddles. She eventually catches up to Roland despite her coordination, hugging onto his back.

“I guess you’re the wet rat now.” He laughs.

“No, I’m a mouse, a pretty one,”

“Of course,” Roland chuckles. “The prettiest one of them all.”

On the course to the hairdresser Roland feels Lilian leave his side, he turns around to see her eyeing dresses in the window of a tailoring service. She pats her shorts as if almost imagining it on herself, she then snaps back around catching up to him as he continues down the street, watching her.

Entering the salon the same bell rings as the door opens, before Roland can even look at Leslie's old desk, she’s already up in his face.

“Roland! I was wondering when I’d see you again!” She exclaims.

“Hi Leslie!” Roland responds.

“Come to get a haircut? It looks like you need one.”

Roland looks at his sister. “Lilian would agree with you.” Lilian nudges him in the arm.

“Well don’t waste any time, come sit down!” She gestures to her chair. Roland sits down in it, and she places a cape around him.

“So, do you still want that beach blowout?”

“I think I want something else.”

“No worries! Let me get you a magazine.” Leslie hands off a haircut magazine to Roland. “Boys these days like getting mullets, but honestly they look awful, at least the ones that they get.”

“I think it’s self-expression, ‘cause there’s no way they’re getting a girl with that cut.” Another hairdresser adds it sends a slew of giggles throughout the salon.

Roland points to a certain hairstyle in the magazine, “How about that one?” Leslie looks back at Roland, inspecting the hairstyle he points at.

“Huh, a short mullet.”

“Oh,” Roland looks to the ground. “I’m upsetting you aren’t I?”

“No, no, something like this could actually work for you. I think I’ll take it down a little at the back, and add a tinsy bit of length at the bottom.”

Leslie takes electric clippers to Roland’s hair, getting it down to a pixie cut. “I believe this belongs to you.” She hands Lilian back her elastic. Leslie escorts Roland over to one of the wash basins, surprisingly this freaks Roland out more than his experience at the tattoo parlour, because his head faces the ceiling and Leslie isn’t even telling him her next move.

“Oh April where did you get that top? It’s beautiful!” Leslie asks, looking in front of her.

“Thank you! I got it from a local artist! She gives half the profits back to the Rewind Ward near us.” April explains.

“Isn’t that the one who lost all three of her high school sweethearts to unwinding?”

“Yeah, see, so she dated the first one, then he broke up with her, then she got with the second one and he got unwound, then she got with the third one, then the first one got unwound, then a day before they were supposed to graduate the third got unwound.”

“Well, at least she only experienced heartbreak twice instead of three times.”

“The last one’s name was Zane right?”

“Yeah, Zane.”

It’s as if all the colour drained from Roland’s face, they’re talking about Valerie, he’s the first boyfriend in the unwound trio. Him, the guy he can’t even remember the name of, and Zane. One of the things that kept Roland sane at the beginning of his recall was that the two women he had hurt had good men to keep them company, Valerie had Zane and Risa had Connor. But Valerie didn’t have Zane, instead, he was unwound, he could’ve had so much, a loving girlfriend, and his place back on the varsity team, but instead he succumbed to the same fate as him. Roland can only hope that somewhere out there, Zane is kicking AWOL.

Leslie taps Roland on the shoulder, waking him from his daze.

“Are you okay hun? Sorry about them, I told ‘em to stop talking about it.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine.”

Leslie escorts Roland back to her chair. “I used to remember when I had to use the little high chair for you, now I almost have to send the chair to its lowest setting.” She reminisces. She pulls out a size 2 razor and clips it onto the clippers, he folds over Roland's hair and starts going at the sides.

“Leslie, do you think I look like a yin yang?” Roland questions.

Leslie furrows her eyebrows, “That's a weird question to ask.”

“I don’t know, my tattoo artist thought I was one.”

Leslie sighs. “You see, hair is one of the many ways someone can express themselves. Here, you can get so many people from different walks of life with all the different sexualities. Sometimes the feeling you’ve got about someone is right, and sometimes it’s completely wrong, so I just chose not to assume anything.”

“But if you had to.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“But-”

“Assuming makes an ass out of u and me. Besides, if you really wanted to know why wouldn’t you just look up yin porn.”

“Leslie! Lilian is right there!” Roland points to Lilian, she rolls her eyes for the third time today. “I know what porn is Roland.”

“I feel like you shouldn’t.”

There’s another ring at the door, a muscular ochre guy around Roland’s age enters the building, he’s got his hair half shaved off with thick dreads on the other side, and he’s got piercing green eyes that cut right into Roland’s possibly no longer existent soul. He walks over to Leslie’s chair, inspecting himself in the mirror, he then turns to Roland, who’s currently getting the main part of his mullet done.

“Seriously, another guy who wants a mullet?”

“Yes, but he’s letting me make it look good.” Leslie puts her hand into Roland’s view, gesturing to the guy in front of him. “Roland, this is my son, Dante. You two used to have playdates all the time when you were little.”

“We did?!” Dante seems just as befuddled as Roland is about this new revelation.

“Yes, we stopped bringing you around when his mom remarried… no offence.”

“None taken, that was a good choice honestly.”

Out of nowhere, Roland feels an arm wrap around his neck and the side of his face is pressed against the side of Dante’s. It practically flusters Roland and he thinks that Dante has just answered his question about him being yin yang. “Hm, yeah you do look familiar, we’ve got pictures together in your scrapbook don’t we Mom?”

“Dante! Get off him, I’m trying to cut his hair!”

“Right, right, sorry…” He backs off.

Leslie finishes cutting Roland’s hair, in the end, she’s right, taking a little off the back and adding a little on the bottom does make for a nice mullet. Roland pays with some of the money from the envelope and he and Lilian start heading home.

“So, should I leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon?” Lilian asks.

“Ew, no, gross, I’m not doing that, and you already knew I wouldn’t!”

“Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Roland finds Lilian leaving his side again, he looks back to her staring at the same dress as before.

“You really like that dress don’t you?”

“Well, not that exactly, it looks a little tacky,” She sighs. “I just want a big pretty dress, y’know?”

Roland blinks at her, “I don’t, I’m a guy.” Lilian scowls.

“Tell you what, for your eighteenth birthday I’ll try to convince Mom to get you a pretty dress.”

Lilian gasps, “Really!”

“I said I’ll try, that’s not a promise.”

“Thank you!!!”

#unwind #unwind dystology #unwind fanfic #unwind series #sequel fic #roland taggart #unwind oc

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keenregine · 2 years

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It's only fitting to play the song Here Comes the Sun Quite recently, I spoke at length about my weight issues that have been dragging me down for the longest time in my life. And now, I want to move on into a more specific part of my body which is my face. Oh, the journey I had to endure to achieve the skin I have today was brutal, but the lessons I learned was somehow worthwhile. Not that I would consider my skin today to be in its ‘perfect’ state, that idea is kinda absurd. But I still try to learn everyday. As a teenager growing up in a tropical country, it’s inevitable to have a certain issue in regards to facial area. Especially at such age, little Regine (who never grew taller way past 5’, why is that?) is too conscious about her entire image. A single spot of pimple is already an immediate call for emergency. I was lucky my mom was always around to give me tons of unconventional advice that actually works every single time. From then on, I devoted myself on following her teachings until this very day, no questions asked. Even if I have an access with a much bigger source such as the internet, and the ever evolving industry towards skin care, I still look back from what my mom have taught throughout those years. Many thanks to her. As I’ve said, a pimple is a major catastrophe during my budding stage, so my mom’s solution? Dabbing a red lipstick on it overnight and watch it dry the next morning or the next after that. She’s very specific that it’s red and has a matte finish ergo fast drying effect, even when I look like a small pox victim when I’m sleeping but I don’t mind, the only down side are the stains on the pillow case, oops. I continue on to have a normal day at school of course without the lipstick on my face, not even on my actual ‘lips’, like hello obviously. I don’t know why I needed to say that, just trying to make this longer and conversational lol. So on the second day of doing the ‘lipstick’ routine voila! The pimple is gone. It was easy when I was younger because the skin’s elasticity was working at its finest, rejuvenating and ever resilient, so there’s very little to no scar left behind unlike when I grew older, but apparently not smarter. That’s where we discover the wonder of collagen supplement. Wait! Wait, not just yet. Gladly, I had no massive acne breakouts when I was in high school. Especially I have come across tons of different kinds of junk foods oily, salty, greasy, sweets or any other unhealthy options for that matter, because the top most priority is the ease of access and affordability, plus let’s just say I’m ‘allergic’ to vegetables (I believe we already covered that). But I have learned that I should at least wash my face using a proper facial cleanser, into which I saw on tv ads the one and only ever nostalgic brand, Pond’s. I remember buying it on a small budget size sachet, no moisturizing properties but it does at it claims, cleans your skin of any impurities. Never knew that a single product is all I needed to get through my growing up phase. Remembering it now makes me miss the older version of myself, very basic and more contented with life, always appreciating the small things. Before we make this more sentimental let’s move along with my skin care journey. We’re still at the beginning. . . I have brought my trusty and consistent routine until I went to college. YouTube started booming like a massive wild fire. It became my best friend, my everyday companion who entertains and answers to my questions in life. That’s where I discovered the art of makeup. I didn’t know what I was doing half of the time, all I believed was whatever they’re using I should also have it, or close. I dwell for so long in that whirlpool of unnecessary obsession, ignorant with a much realistic surrounding for example my studies. I can’t help but tell myself I could’ve done better with my grades if only I have focused more. I didn’t fail any subjects at that time (utterly passing), but increasing my grades higher would’ve been nicer. Everything happens for a reason, all the phases we went through was there for a great cause. I think? Starting to work as a nurse also comes with doing night shifts. Meaning, the body has the need to adjust entirely with the sleeping cycle. Pimples come and go at some certain moments, maybe a couple or a trio but it wasn’t quite a major issue for me. I just continue on with my unhealthy eating, staying up late and my precarious skincare. Until. . . In 2015, I had the opportunity to work abroad in a place where I’m still sitting right now. I’m about to leave Saudi for good, but I’ll share that thrilling journey another time, and it’s gonna be a long one. Going back, having no research about the weather of the place where I’m moving into was a great failure, I was so unprepared. I underestimated the high temperatures and low humidity of the new environment. Therefore, my skin was trying its best to adapt and protect until it no longer survived and eventually had the worst acne breakout in the history. At first I thought it was just a ‘seasonal’ change. But winter came until the next summer arrived again and I’m left with the same situation. I still kept pictures of me with a large group of acne happily dancing in my face, it’s depressing tis one of the darkest moments. Since, a lot of informative sources are available online, I went and dig into those. I started with home remedies, *Disclaimer, if you are a certified skincare expert reading this, I will you give all the right to judge my previous acne solutions. Yeah, home remedies, I tried lemon, slicing it in half and then dragging and spreading that lemon juice into my face until it dries. Slightly crying from the acidity when it accidentally hits one of my eye, or both. What a genius. I might have included some drops of honey in there if I’m not mistaken, I mean what am I making? an anti oxidant drink but for face. Anyway, it didn’t went well so I stopped. I realized that I’m earning more than I used to, so I have come up with a ridiculous idea of spending money on heavily advertised acne treatment. Enter pro-activ, As claimed, it has a promising effect of clearing up the skin in span of one month I think. I went ahead and purchase a second time, I used it consecutively for two months, no fail. After those few months, I didn’t notice any difference at all. My acne never stopped growing in scattered places, one gone and then came another, it was dreadful. I gave up and eventually think of another solution. I told myself, maybe I should stop stressing too much about this, probably another major reason that led me to that breakout. Supermarkets in Saudi really lives up to the definition ‘super’. It’s always enormous and so are the shopping carts, totally unrelated forgive me but I’m in the verge of falling asleep now. However, I want to finish this in one sitting, but also it’s six am now. Lame excuse. Okay, so. As I was saying, formulating your own perfect skincare routine might be one of the most difficult task in the world. I’m not claiming to be an expert yet again, this is gathered from my own experience. I failed a lot of times mind you. I strongly believe that it’s important that you know your ‘exact’ skin type. Only then you can select what is suitable and might work well for you. Sometimes or maybe most of the time, putting less on your face is actually quite helpful than using a product your skin doesn’t really need, which brings far more negative effects. I learned it all in the hardest ways one could ever imagine. I mentioned supermarkets earlier because it is the reason I find Neutrogena facial scrub, that green colored one with a smell of lime. Worked moderately for a reasonable amount of time, mainly stabilized my unsettling acnes. But never completely gone. Much like my acne I was also unsettled, never giving up with the clearing up project. Then I heard about the Indian healing clay, the one where you mix the cement-looking powder to a certain number of tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, apply to your face like a mask, leave for a few minutes, the pulsating feeling is quite worrying but tolerable, then ‘apparently’ your skin will clear up after one week of continuous use. I never got the intended result, I only used it because it trending lol. Bandwagon gaming, big mistake. There are massive claims now that it’s harmful to your skin, and also extremely drying. I still have a long way to go but it’s getting really late now, the sun is already shining. I hope I could interest you with the continuation even if no one asked. If you feel like there’s no single chance of hope left, a change of perspective might help. Hehe anudaw until next time bye

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seriously-really-soft · 4 years

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Bakugo with a fat reader

a/n: bakugo is one of my favorite charcters of all time I can’t believe I haven’t written for him until now, but i’m so glad this exists now! i hope that these words can reach you and let you know how precious you are, i hope that this can be something you can come back to when you’re feeling down about yourself. if there’s ever anything you want to talk about, my inbox is always open!

On this blog we believe in soft Bakugo supremacy and that will not be changing any time soon. Your body, no matter how it’s proportioned or what you may not like about it yet, is absolutely immaculate, and though at first Bakugo would be a little too shy to let you know that without gathering a LOT of courage first, once you’re more comfortable with each other, he’s going to be one of your most passionate supporters in your journey to love yourself. At that point, he will not hesitate to remind you over and over how amazing all of you is, from the gorgeous rolls of your back to that lovable as h*ck tummy of yours.

If you struggle with your relationship with food and have feelings of guilt, shame, etc associated with eating, Bakugo has no problem with assuring you that it’ll be okay and that this sadness is not something you deserve to carry with yourself forever. He’s just such a loving boyfriend, and he never wants you to feel like you’re not deserving of feeling good about yourself or that existing in your body is something to be ashamed about. You DO deserve to live in a way that makes you happy, truly happy.

You both practice affirmations together, and he always has this proud, loving gleam in his eyes whenever he’s looking at you or talking about you. He has a huge soft spot for you and anything related to you, he’ll learn more about the issues that matter to you (fatphobia, confidence, european beauty standards, etc) so that you can open up to him without fear of being misunderstood. He really puts in the effort to make you feel comfortable and confident, and he’d be mindful of the things that make you feel bad or make you want to go back to hating yourself. Caring, supportive boyfriend Bakugo is always there to help you through those times where you feel like you aren’t making any progress, and seeing you be confident and loving your body fills him up with tons of serotonin.

Your tummy is literally so elegant and the way it protrudes forward will make Bakugo so soft :(((. There is always something lovely about cellulite and every little thing that is on your skin - stretch marks, cellulite, acne, keratosis pilaris, or any other skin condition - gets every bit of love from Bakugo. He 100 percent loves your style, whatever that may be, and he’ll be super happy for you when you’re wearing/doing things you didn’t think you could before. There is so much strength in living unapologetically as yourself, especially in a world that constantly tells you why you shouldn’t be happy in your own skin. He gives the fiercest glares to anyone who speaks badly of you and your body, and bullies and fatphobic comments will absolutely not be tolerated.

It bothers him even more when some of the most fatphobic people are your own family members, like it would actually break his heart to see that you had to grow up being told you were unlovable by the people who claim to love you more than anyone else. He will not have any of it, and he’s adamant about reminding you that you deserve to be loved for all that you are and that you never have to settle for people that can’t accept all of you. He makes it a point to always make it known how passionate he is about you.

He absolutely adores it when you wear things that don’t hide your fat, something about those outfits are absolutely ethereal and he’ll give you the sweetest kisses on your face and tell you how pretty you are. He’ll even ask you about your thoughts on an outfit and accessory because he admires your style and confidence.

When you’re doing your skin care routine in the morning or when you’re getting ready for bed, he would definitely be intrigued with the products and methods you use, and if he sees your hair getting in your way he’ll tuck it behind your ear or gently place his hands over it and kiss the top of your head while saying “my pretty, baby”

In conclusion, Bakugo loves you so passionately, and he will absolutely cheer you on through your every victory. He thinks every inch of your body, of you, is breathtaking, and he is all for telling you just how beautiful you are. He can be so thoughtful and I honestly feel like he doesn’t get enough recognition for the soft, caring person he can be.

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ressyfaerie · 3 years

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Okay, gurl, you asked for it. Just know, I love you and I know you’re gonna smash all of these requests.

Otp - TyKa. Dub names pweaaase.

Theme - A spot can make one feel paranoid or ugly, but the significant other doesnt care. They just watch the other buy loads of shit and eventually, they have to step in to comfort them.

(I am suffering with acne right now, it’s the bane of my fucking life - delayed puberty and I need something to make me feel better). 😂

Have fun! ❤️❤️

OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!! Lucky for you I happen to know lots about skincare lmao so this is gon be GOOD. OMG I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY BUT DAMN THIS IS SO GOOD HERE YOU GOOOOO (Anything in between * are private thoughts cause fuck italics on tumblr lol)

“No face paint today Kai?”

Ray basically threw the question in his face as soon as he slipped through the screen doors of the dojo.

The whole team minus Tyson sat in a circle watching something on Kenny’s computer. Kai had hoped he could sneak in without any questions, but unfortunately any change in Kai’s appearance or personality was immediately picked up by these goons.

“No.” Kai answered simply, hoping to drop the subject.

“How come?” Max wondered with a hint of concern then sipped a strawberry juicebox.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Kai leaned over them to glance at the computer screen, “what are we watching?”

“Tyson’s last match.” Kenny messed with the playback.

“It was pretty intense- You sure you’re alright Kai?” Hilary’s eyes were worried, they darted across his face, and it pissed Kai off.

“I’m going to the washroom before we start training.” Kai used the excuse to abscond as fast as possible.

When Kai reached for the door to slide it open it opened in his face.

“Hey I got more snacks!- Woah Kai, no face paint?- Oh”

Kai Tried to push past but Tyson extended his arm with a bag of chips in hand stopping him.

“Wow you’ve really broken out huh Kai?”

Kai’s face scrunched up.

“Tyson! You can’t just say that!” Hilary spat in his direction.

Kai grabbed Tyson’s arm and threw it out of the way making his way to the bathroom down the hall.

While washing his hands he tried not to look into the mirror, but damn human nature, his eyes moved against his will.

He straightened his posture.

*My face does look really different without my face paint. I do want my paint back but- it’s making my face break out so fucking much. Fuck.*

Tyson’s comment also made him angry. Why did he have to point it out? What the hell did he get out of it?

Truth be told, Kai debated not going to practice today. After lots of thought he decided his face wasn’t going to clear up in a few days, he couldn’t avoid it forever, and on top of all of that it just seemed to be getting worse.

*Imagine what everyone else will think. The great Kai Hiwatari winning the 4th championships, finally beating Tyson Granger, with the worst acne ever.*

Kai laughed a bit over his ridiculous thoughts. He decided to head back to his friends, after all, he couldn’t hide forever.

The door creaked a bit when it opened, suddenly he was face to face with- Tyson

“Hey.” Tyson waved at him awkwardly.

Kai just nodded in his direction.

Tyson didn’t dare take his eyes off the floor, he grabbed his own arm awkwardly.

“Sorry If I uh- offended you.”

Kai scoffed and went to turn away.

“Hey-” Tyson grabbed Kai’s wrist.

“You know I used to struggle with my face- I can help.”

Normally Kai would laugh and leave, but the offer was tempting, Kai didn’t even know where to start with something like skin care.

Tyson got the drift, he knew Kai well enough, “Come upstairs to my bathroom.”

Kai let him awkwardly pull him along like a lost puppy up the stairs, through Tyson’s messy room, and to his bathroom, which was strangely… Clean.

“I was expecting it to look like a dump.” Kai grinned.

“What do you think I am a neanderthal?” Tyson laughed. “Here.” Tyson grasped his shoulders turning him towards the mirror.

Kai slightly grimaced looking at his face.

“First of all. You’re beautiful, so don’t do that.” Tyson made sure to point out the obvious when he caught Kai’s body language.

“Okay…” Tyson opened a drawer with tons of small bottles in it.

Kai was taken back for a moment, when he scanned the countertop he noticed a lot more products than he ever expected Tyson Granger to own.

Tyson rummaged through the drawer, “Is this why you stopped wearing your paint?” Tyson stopped for a moment to make eye contact.

Kai felt himself strangely... Embarrassed “Y-Yeah.”

“You can wear it, you just have to take care of your face, what do you do for it?”

Kai stayed silent.

“Um, what do you wash it with?”

“Uh.” Kai looked at himself in the mirror, “water.”

Tyson started laughing, “You wash it with water!” He wheezed.

Tyson stopped laughing when he saw Kai’s body tense up with anger or maybe embarrassment?

“Ehm- Okay. So you need to wash your face.”

“With soap?”

“No not with soap!” Tyson coughed trying to not laugh.

“Okay… So with what?” Kai’s cheeks were maybe, slightly, pink.

“Cleanser.” Tyson handed him a bottle.

“Okay…” Kai held it still obviously confused.

“I’ll show you don’t worry.”

Tyson’s smile reassured Kai.

Kai let Tyson teach him how, he might have even let him touch his face a bit.

Tyson patted his cheeks with a dry towel giggling slightly in disbelief that he was drying Kai Hiwatari’s face.

“So if you wear make-up- you need to cleanse your face twice especially before bed.”

“I don’t wear make-up.”

“Kai.”

“What?”

“Your facepaint is make-up.”

“No it’s not? It’s facepaint Tyson.”

Tyson grinned at him, happy to hear his name come out of his mouth in such a way.

“It’s okay, I wear makeup too.”

“What, actually?” Kai chuckled a bit.

“You think this face goes on worldwide television looking like it just woke up?”

“You usually have just woken up.”

“Shut up Kai.”

They both laughed.

Tyson showed him and talked him through a bunch of other things, exfoliating, treatments, Kai was a bit overwhelmed, but he knew if he ever needed help he could ask Tyson.

“How did you learn all this?”

Tyson thought for a moment, if he said youtube would that make him seem weird?

“Uh… Hilary.” Tyson lied.

Kai nodded, not really believing his lie.

Kai leaned into the counter and dragged his fingers over his face, “It doesn’t feel much different.”

“Well it shouldn’t feel different- but it will start to look different. It might take awhile to clear up. But if you keep cleaning it-”

Tyson reached his hand forward and grasped the edge of Kai’s jawline. He rubbed his thumb from his ear to his chin.

“You can wear your dumb shark fins again.”

Kai’s eyes squinted a bit, he angled his body towards his best friend.

“I- Thanks.”

Tyson’s hand stayed where it was.

There was a moment.

With emotions that neither of them had felt before.

Staring into each other’s eyes.

Tyson suddenly pulled his hand away and blushed.

“M-Make sure to change your pillow-case every night Kai-”

“Every night?!”

“Yeah.” Tyson forced a laugh, “I know it seems like too much but I promise it’ll help.”

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My Everything - Part Thirteen

A Take it Slow Sequel

What happens with Harry and Y/N after he proposes? How will the two navigate the engaged life while also continuing to juggle their jobs, friends, and families? Let’s find out.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut! 7K

Masterpost

You and Harry had gotten into the habit of singing Jack to sleep at night, and he seemed to really like it. It was something nice for the two of you to do together. Your hormones were starting to level back out too, which was great. Having Anne around was a huge help too. Gemma had come to visit for a couple of weeks, but she couldn’t stay much longer than that.

Nannie had come up around Father’s Day, so your mom had a big cookout for everyone, even your dad came so you could all be together. You had just missed the mark for Mother’s Day, of course, but you were happy to celebrate Harry. He needed the reassurance since he was putting so much pressure on himself.

“Oy! Look at those cheeks!” Nannie says as she holds Jack. She gives him a nice big kiss. “Now that is delicious, absolutely delicious.”

Tons of pictures are taken to show the four generations of people there. Harry was happy Anne was there too. Not that he didn’t like your family, but it was always nice to have a buffer. Plus he enjoyed seeing her interact with everyone.

“You look so good, honey.” Nannie says to you.

“Oh, thanks, yeah, I’m not where I want to be, but getting there.”

“Your body will never look the way it did.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You laugh.

“All I’m saying is, you’re healthy right?”

“Yeah.”

“So don’t stress too much.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

You were passed the six week mark, and you were more than cleared to have sex again, but you were extremely nervous. You weren’t sure if you wanted to go back on the pill or not, maybe use an IUD for a bit until you were ready for another kid. There was a lot to consider. It didn’t help either when you got your first real period for the first time in eleven months. You were raging, and Harry did his best to stay out of your way, but the summer heat wasn’t exactly helping either.

“Are you okay?!” You looked paler than a ghost when you came back out to join him on the couch with Jack.

“Yeah.” You sit back down and sigh. “I just threw up.”

“Why?!”

“Because…I can’t even begin to describe the clot of blood that just came out of me, dude. Like, never in my life have I been so disgusted by my own bodily function.” You look at him.

“Here, uh, take him. I’m gonna get you a big glass of ice water.” He hands the baby to you and he gets up. You take the glass of water from him as he sits back down, and takes Jack back.

“Harry, we should talk about birth control. I have a doctor’s appointment coming up.”

“Alright, what do you feel like doin’?”

“I have zero idea. I could go back on the pill, but that means readjusting to new hormone shit. I mean any form could mean that. I was thinking of maybe an IUD, but those are risky. I truthfully can’t see us using condoms all the time, and if we slip up that could mean another baby, and I’d sort of like to stick with one for a while if that’s alright with you.”

“Yeah, of course. Let’s see how things go with him first.” He smiles. “Maybe the pill is the best option then? You know what you’re like when you’ve been on it.”

“But I’m scared that if I go on it again now that when we do want another one we’ll have issues like before. Ugh, I have no idea what to do.”

“See what Dr. Johnson thinks, I mean, she deals with this stuff all the time. She might know what’s best.”

“I miss having sex with you, I’ll get it figured out soon.”

“I miss it too, but I also want you to take care of yourself. You’ve put your body through enough already because of me.”

“See, when you say stuff like that, it makes me want to have sex with you.” You groan.

“So, you want me to be less nice to you?” He laughs.

“No, you’re pretty sexy when you’re rude too.” You smirk.

“Think that’s just your hormones talkin’, love.”

“Maybe.” You shrug. “I’m also a little nervous to have sex again…what if it, like, really hurts?”

“We’re not exactly strangers to taking things slow in that department. We can start out doing little things. I could just eat you out.” He grins.

“Aw, it’ll be like when we first started dating.” You giggle. “How romantic.” You roll your eyes.

“Last thing I wanna do is hurt you, so we’ll just take it easy, small steps.”

“Everything has healed up nicely, Y/N.” Dr. Johnson tells you. “You can sit up now.”

“Thanks.”

“Any discomfort going to the bathroom?”

“Not so much anymore…but I had my first period, and it was disgusting.”

“That can happen.” She nods. “Your body’s still letting a lot of things out, you know?”

“Right. Um, I had some questions about sex and stuff.”

“Oh, you’ve been cleared-“

“No, I know, I guess I was just wondering about birth control. I know Harry and I are gonna want another kid at some point, and it took us longer than I thought to get pregnant with Jack. I’m scared that if I go on some form of it that we’ll run into trouble again, but I also really don’t wanna use condoms all the time.” You sigh. “But I don’t wanna accidentally get pregnant again right away.”

“I think an IUD might be best then. It’s less hormonally invasive, and when you take it out you can try for baby.”

“Aren’t there more risks? Harry, uh, well, he can get in pretty, um, deep.” You blush. “It could get jostled.”

“If your husband is ramming into your uterus, then I think we have bigger problems.” She laughs. “It goes in through an opening in your cervix and into the uterus. Sex can’t jostle it. We wouldn’t use them if it did.”

“Oh, I guess that was kind of stupid then.”

“It’s alright. No stupid questions.” She looks at you. “There’s a copper one that doesn’t have any hormones. It essentially works like spermicide. There are strings on the end of it that you can sort of feel to make sure it’s in place. But Harry shouldn’t be able to feel it during sex. You can still us tampons. I could do it for you today if you want, the procedure doesn’t take long.”

“What if he’s fingering me? We do a lot of that…” You blush again.

“If you’re doing that he may feel the strings, but-“

“Or what if he’s going down on me?”

“Y/N.” She sighs. “You don’t have to decide today. It’s a hormone free option though, and the copper one actually works right away. You just need to wait twenty-four hours after it’s inserted. A lot of people use them. If you try it and don’t like it we can always take it out.”

“And you can do it today?”

“Sure! I just gave you an exam, I know what size you’d need. It’ll be a little uncomfortable while it’s going in. Sort of feels like when you’re getting a pap.”

“Alright, let’s just do it. If I don’t like it, I’ll come back.”

“Okay, after I put it in, I’m gonna use a mirror to show you what to look for. You should be able to feel the strings to make sure it’s in the right place.”

You nod and wait for her to go get a nurse.

Later, when you come home, Harry’s sitting with Jack on the floor, just playing with him. It was an incredibly sweet sight.

“Jack look, it’s mummy.”

“Do you think he’ll have an accent?” You come over and sit on the floor with them.

“You know, technically, to me, you have an accent. So he could have yours, or a mix of both.” He kisses you and hands him over. You snuggle him close to you. “How was your appointment?”

“Good, everything’s really good. I had her put a non-hormonal IUD in to try. If I don’t like it she can take it out. It was really fucking uncomfortable though, so hopefully I’ll like it.”

“How’s it feel now?”

“Fine, can’t even really tell it’s up in there. Although, you maybe be able to feel the strings on the end of it with your fingers…sorry.”

“Not a problem, you’re not the first girl I…” You give him a warning look. “Um, it’s no big deal is all I mean.”

“Mhm.” You give Jack kisses on his chubby cheeks. “How was lunch with your mum?”

“Oh it was good! It was good for her to spend time with him.”

“How much longer is she staying here?”

“Only another week or so. I’m kinda sad, it’s been nice to call her and have her be right there, you know?”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You frown. “At least we can spend a little longer there for the holidays, right? Since my winter break is so long, we can go for two weeks instead of one.”

“Very true, and I can always pick up some freelance while I’m out there. Do you think once you’re back on campus you’ll bring him with you?”

“Probably. I think I’ll go to campus quite a bit even though I’m teaching online. I like my office. I was looking into it, and they do have a daycare on campus. The babies need to be at least six months, I think to make sure they have all their shots, but I can put my name in the pool.”

“Must be expensive, no?”

“It’s a little pricey, but it would get him socialized with kids his own age, and at least it would be a formal daycare, and I’d be right there if he needed me.”

“Yeah, I like the idea of that. I suppose comin’ to work with me all the time probably wouldn’t be a good idea.”

“It’s one thing to bring Buster, but your staff are not babysitters.”

“Obviously.” He looks over at Buster and pets him. “These two have become quite the little buddies. I think he likes the way Jack smells.” He chuckles.

“Still got that new baby smell somehow.”

“His acne’s gotten better.”

“You’ll never believe what I did to get it to go away.”

“What?”

“I read that you should rub your nipple over the baby’s face, so I just started doing that when I’d feed him.”

“Are you serious?” He laughs.

“Yeah! Worked great, didn’t it, Jack?” You hold him up to look at him and he giggles slightly. “God, he’s so cute. We got the world’s cutest baby.”

“We really do.”

At some point in July, you got your family photos taken. Mariah did them for you at the studio. It was lovely. It was nice to finally be feeling better about yourself. You and Harry hadn’t quite dived into the sex stuff yet. You had started giving him blow jobs and things of that nature, but you hadn’t let him touch you.

“Harry, I’m not ready to leave him for the night.” You pout.

“Y/N.” He sighs. “My mum is gonna be with him all night. It’s your twenty-eighth birthday, we’re going away for the night like we planned.”

“Why do we always need a getaway? What’s wrong with staying in? It’s not even a big birthday. Now your birthday later this year, that’s a big birthday, but mine-“

“If we don’t do this now, we’ll never be able to leave him. He’s in good hands.”

“I never said he wasn’t! I just…” You start to tear up. “What if he needs me? What if he can’t sleep without us?” You hear the buzzer for the door.

“That’s my mum. We only have her here another few days, and that’s because she extended her stay another month for us. Please, let her have this last little sleepover, and let us have some alone time.” He huffs, and opens the door.

You didn’t like being put in your place like that, but you knew he was right. You both thank Anne and say goodbye to Jack before heading out. You were quiet on the ride to the hotel. You knew it was good to get away, but you were sad nonetheless.

“It’s by the beach. I thought tomorrow we could go out, lay outside like you like?”

“Sure.”

“Honey…” He puts his hand over yours. “I’ll miss him too, but this’ll be good for us. We haven’t been alone in a long time.”

“We have plenty of alone time.”

“You’re always afraid we’re gonna wake him up or something. Think of how nice it’ll be to shower without worrying if he’s gonna cry or not.”

“I know.” You sigh. “You’re right about all of it. I’m just not happy about it. I feel like I’m so old already.”

“Old?! What does that make me? You’re not the one that’s six months away to bein’ thirty.” He scoffs.

“I know, it’s silly.” You shake your head at yourself.

Many thoughts left your head as soon as the wine at dinner hit your lips. You’d have to pump and dump, but you didn’t care. You and Harry enjoyed a really nice meal that was long overdue. For the first time in a long time, you were on a date with your husband. For the first time in a long time, the main focus of conversation wasn’t about your son. It was like you were getting to know each other all over again, and it felt good.

“Babe?” You say to him as you get back up to the hotel room.

“Yeah?”

“Will you make love to me?”

He pouts at you and gives you those eyes that look like a puppy’s. He thought he was going to melt into a puddle.

“Of course I will, angel.” He comes over to you and cups your cheeks in his hands. “S’not why I brought you here, I hope you know that.” He kisses your forehead.

“I do.”

He tilts your chin up so you can look at him before he kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. You can’t remember the last time you two really kissed like this, which was kind of sad. You feel tears prick at the back of your eyes, and you try to blink them away.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just…we’ve really put us on the back burner, huh?” You wipe under your eyes.

“Little bit…” He brings you over to the bed and you both sit down. “I haven’t wanted to say much because I didn’t want you to feel pressured. I know you’ve been nervous. I’ve appreciated you takin’ care of me, but you know I much prefer doing it to you.”

“Remember when we used to be able to take our time for everything? I mean, when was the last time we even got to do anal? Your ass must be so tight by now.”

“Y/N.” Harry laughs, and puts his hand on your shoulder. “One step at a time, yeah?” He leans in to kiss you again. “Let’s just take advantage of this time. We can take all the time in the world.”

“Okay…I know it’ll be fine, I just can’t help but feel nervous.”

“S’just me, love. Nothin’ to be nervous about.”

You nod and stand up. You go to take your shirt off and you grab your breast pump.

“Let me just, uh, take care of this first.” You take everything into the bathroom so you can pump and dump.

Harry gets some music playing and tries to make the atmosphere a little more romantic. You come back out with your arms crossed. He had gotten undressed other than his boxers.

“Come here, sweet girl.”

You walk over to him, only in your underwear and let him hold you close. His hands slide down your sides and then to your breasts. He kisses down your neck and then your chest.

“Harry, wait.”

“What?”

“Don’t…suck on my nipples…”

“Why not? You love that.” He frowns.

“Not when I’m still producing milk!” His hand moves up to grip your throat and your eyes widen.

“Alright, but I’m sucking wherever else I want. That okay?” You nod your head slowly. “Good, now get on the bed.”

He lets you go so you can crawl on the bed. He gets on and hovers over you. He kisses you and works his way to your neck, sinking his teeth in and sucking harshly. You gasp and clutch at his shoulders. He works his way down your body, sucking where he pleases. He pays special attention to your tummy, kissing on your stretch marks that he loved so much. He hooks his fingers into your panties and drags them down your legs. You instinctively clamp your thighs together. Harry puts his hands on your knees and looks at you.

“Would you open up f’me, please, my love?” He asks ever so softly. You take a deep breath and open up for him. He looks down and smiles. “Look, at that. How’s my old friend doin’?”

“Harry.” You giggle.

“M’just sayin’, it’s been a minute. She looks real good, even better than I remember, honestly.” He kisses from your knee down your thigh, stopping to suck on your skin right near your center. He looks up at you and you nod. He licks a flat stripe up from your center to your clit. “Mm, oh my god.” He groans and continues to lap at you.

You lean back on your elbows as things start to feel good. You couldn’t help but get wet from the sounds Harry was making against you. You grip at his hair as he starts to suck on your clit. You grit your teeth when you feel a finger slip inside you.

“Shit.” You moan out.

“That feel oka-“ You don’t let him finish his sentence, you just push his head back down.

“Fuck, Harry, that’s it!” It all becomes too much and you end up coming on his finger. He continues to suck on you as you ride it out. He sits up to look at you afterwards.

“Yeh taste so fucking good.”

“I do?”

“You have no idea.” He leans in to kiss you quick.

“I didn’t know if anything would happen, but I packed some lube just in case. Might be good to use some.”

“Good idea.” He smiles and gets off the bed to grab it from your bag. He slides his boxers off, and get some lube on his hard cock. He spreads some around you as well. “Ready f’me, doll face?”

“Mhm, want you so bad.”

“If it doesn’t feel good make sure to let me know.”

“I will.”

You grip his biceps as he slowly pushes inside you. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling. Once he’s all the way in, he looks down at you. You were gritting your teeth and your eyes were squeezed shut.

“Y/N.” He grunts. Your eyes open slightly to look at him. “It hurts, doesn’t it?” He frowns.

“No! It doesn’t, I’m just getting used to it. I’m really sensitive. How’s it feel for you? Loose, right?” He smirks at you and shakes his head.

“You feel amazing, and I’m not just sayin’ that. Can’t even tell you pushed Jack’s big head outta there.” You both giggle and you relax a little.

“Okay, you can move.”

“Are yeh sure?”

“Yeah, come on, Daddy, fuck me.” Harry’s face completely drops and you burst out laughing.

“That’s not funny.”

“Oh come on, I’ve been dying to say that to you since he was born.” You wipe some tears away. “It was funny.”

“Yeah, you’re a real comedian, babe.” He rolls his eyes. His hand slides to grip your throat again. “Don’t say it again unless you mean it, understand?”

“Okay, okay.” He move his hand away so you can speak. “How about, fuck me, Harry?”

“I like that better.”

He starts to rock in and out of you slowly. Your hands drag down his back, your nails definitely leaving marks. You both were panting against each other. One of his hands snakes between the two of you so he can rub your clit.

“Oh, fuck.” Your head rolls back into the pillows, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Fuckin’ love you so much.”

“Love you too, shit, love you so much.”

“I get to have this forever?”

“All yours, forever.”

He groans and picks up the pace. He loses it as he watches your full breasts bounce up and down, and you come from the way he rubs your clit. You gasp at the way his come feels as it fills you up. He collapses on top of you as he tries to catch his breath.

After you both use the bathroom, you get into bed and rest your head on his chest. He rubs your back as you trace shapes on his stomach.

“That was amazing.” You say, looking up at him.

“Yeah? Felt really good for you?”

“Mhm, it was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous before.”

“You were just bein’ cautious, I get it.”

“And I really felt good?”

“You felt incredible, I swear. Thought I was nearly going to come when I just got the tip in.” You giggle and snuggle in closer. He looks over and sees it’s past midnight. “Happy birthday, angel.” He kisses the top of your head.

“Thank you.”

A couple days a week you’d hold office hours at school, and bring Jack with you. He was so good and barely fussed while you worked, and your students loved seeing him. It was nice to be back on campus after being home with him all summer. He was just about five months old, and was actually starting to look like a person.

Sometimes you’d take Jack to visit Harry on his lunch breaks and it always made Harry happy to see the two of you walk into the studio. You really had a routine down.

“Harry, we got on the list for the daycare at school for next semester, isn’t that great?” You tell him one night at dinner. “There were a couple of open spots. It’ll only be a few days a week since I’m only teaching Monday, Wednesday, Friday.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, we had a meeting today about what days certain classes are gonna be offered. I’m still teaching the same amount, just more on fewer days.”

“You’re okay with that?”

“Yeah! I can go in for office hours on Tuesdays, and then be home on Thursdays. It’ll cost less if he’s a part timer too.”

“Alright, sounds good to me.” He shrugs. “I wanna run somethin’ by you.”

“Okay.” You put your fork down to look at him. Before Harry can speak you hear the baby monitor. “Oh shit, he must’ve pooped.” You sigh. “Sorry, one second.”

Harry cleans up the dishes while you go to change Jack. You come back into the kitchen and wash your hands.

“He go back to sleep?”

“Mhm, barely woke up while I changed him.” You laugh. “So, what’s on your mind?”

“We got this place because it was a decent halfway point between Mark It and Plant Geo, and because Niall was across the street. None of those things matter anymore, do they?”

“I suppose not.”

“I was thinking…I love this place, really I do. It’s been such a great home for us for almost five years.”

“What are you saying, you wanna move?”

“I just thought maybe it would be nice to find a place with a yard. Somewhere Buster could run around, Jack could play outside without us havin’ to pack a bunch of shit to go to the park when he gets older.”

“You wanna be suburbs people?”

“Not necessarily, I mean, we could look for a detached townhouse or something. My business is in the city, and so it your work, so it wouldn’t make sense to move super far away and add a longer commute. But I know there’s neighborhoods around here we could look into.”

“Do we even have enough for a down payment? Homes in Mass are so expensive. Remember what Niall and Sarah had to deal with?”

“My step-father owned some real-estate. When he passed away my mum sold the building. Instead of giving Gem and I the money right away, she put it into an account for us. I have the money for a down payment, I just have to ask my mum. It’s what she’s been savin’ it for anyways.”

“Oh my god. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I honestly forgot about it. I’ve been talkin’ to my mum about all this, and she reminded me. What do you think? Do you wanna look for a house or something?”

“I mean…sure, I suppose we’re starting to outgrow this place. We don’t exactly have a functional guest room anymore. I don’t know where we’d look.”

“In all honesty, I think it would be nice to look in the Milton area. It’s just outside the city, we could hop on the T if we didn’t feel like driving in.”

“The traffic in the morning would be unbearable…”

“Like I said, I could hop on the T. Niall and Sarah seem to manage just fine. Or I was thinking Quincy.”

“Quincy is nice…and we’d be even closer to my family. I suppose it couldn’t hurt to look, right?”

“I think we should look in like November. A lot of people won’t wanna deal with a move in the winter time so we’d have less competition.”

“You’ve really thought this through.” You smirk.

“It’s definitely been on my mind. Plus…I could always move the business. I lease the space, it’s not like I own it. I could always find another spot if it got annoying for me. It’s you I’d be more concerned about. Like we wouldn’t be able to just run home if we needed something, or visit each other as often.” He sighs. “I definitely don’t wanna go Northshore.”

“God, no.” You cringe. “I think if we could find a neighborhood that has easy access to the T, that should be fine. And you make your own schedule, it’s not like you need to be there at 8AM every day. And I’m allowed to say when I want to teach and what times. None of my classes start before ten next semester.”

“You don’t have any at night right?”

“Nope. Need to stick to Jack’s schedule.”

“That daycare’ll come in so handy if we move.”

“Imagine if we found something in Niall and Sarah’s neighborhood? Niall takes the T to his work a lot, he says he doesn’t mind it. Sarah drives in, and she said as long as you leave early enough the traffic isn’t too bad. It’s more so coming home when it gets bogged down. But we get stuck in that just as bad in the city now.”

“So…we can start house hunting?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “I think it’s a great idea.”

You and Harry had found a home down the street from Niall and Sarah, and it was better than perfect. It had four bedrooms and three baths, a nice big basement that could be finished if you wanted it to be, a garage, and a decent sized yard, room for a pool in the future, perhaps. You only had to compete with one other offer, but ultimately, yours was accepted. You bought it just after Thanksgiving. As you walked around your empty apartment, a few tears came to your eyes. There were so many good memories had at this place.

“Ready, love?” Harry asks, Jack on his hip, and Buster at his side. “Think we’ve got everything we need.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Your friends and family were able to help you move, thank God. There wasn’t much work that needed to be done to the house either. You were able to get whatever painting and small things done before moving in. Harry would be able to catch the train with Niall most mornings and afternoons if he felt like it, and your commute wouldn’t be that bad either. Only about ten minutes longer than usual. It felt good to own a house. Jack would have a real neighborhood to grow up in. Your yard was fenced in for Buster, not that he could really use it at the moment what with snow starting to come.

You and Harry spent two and half weeks in London for the holidays. He got some freelancing done while he was there just to make some extra cash. His business was thriving, but expenses tended to add up from time to time now that you had a baby to worry about. He was always putting away for a rainy day, which was smart. Louis and Eleanor got to spend time with you all, and it was cute to watch Eliza May interact with Jack. Overall, it was a great trip and you were thankful that some things didn’t need to change.

He wasn’t expecting much for his thirtieth birthday since you had just bought a house and were still settling in. Maybe just a simple dinner with friends. He had the week from hell with people at work. Him and Mariah had this big sale going on from the New Year, so naturally a ton of people were coming in. It was worth it for the extra money, but they both were exhausted.

“What are you doing for your birthday, Harry?” Isaac asks at the end of the day Friday.

“I have no idea. I told Y/N I didn’t want anything big, so I think she’s just gonna have dinner ready for me when I get home and we’re just gonna chill this weekend.” He shrugs.

“Sounds nice.” He grins. “Thirty’s a big deal, you know? It’s like you’re officially an adult.”

“Oh, so the wife and child didn’t make me an adult?” He smirks.

“Nope, now it’s really real.”

Harry takes the T home, as he did every day. For some reason Niall said not to wait for him at their meet up spot. He didn’t really think much of it. He was on autopilot as well when he drove home from the train station, so he didn’t notice the street littered with cars. What he did noticed when he pulled into the driveway was his house had no lights on.

“What the…?” He pulls into the garage. “Her car’s here…don’t even fuckin’ tell me the power went out.” He groans.

Harry gets out of the car and goes into the house. He kicks his shoes off in the basement mudroom area you had set up, and he hangs his coat up. He flicks the light on to go up the stairs to the kitchen. As he reaches the top of the stairs, more lights flick on-

“Surprise!” A ton of people pop out and yell.

“Jesus Christ!” He clutches at his chest since his heart had started pounding.

You walk over to him giggling, and kiss him on the cheek. You hand him Jack, who had been waiting to see his Daddy all day.

“Happy birthday, honey, are you surprised?” You beam at him.

“Very…I…I had no idea.” He smiles and kisses your temple.

“That’s the whole point.” You laugh. Harry’s jaw drops when he sees Issac and Mariah standing around.

“How the fuck did you get here before me?”

“We may have gone over the speed limit a bit.” Mariah says. “Happy birthday.”

“You knew all this time she was plannin’ a bloody party and you didn’t tell me?” He scolds Isaac.

“We were sworn to secrecy. I’m far more scared of her than you, H, sorry.”

The party was a lot of fun, tons of friends, a few family members, and Harry could have as much to drink as he wanted since he didn’t need to drive anywhere.

“Lemme take him, it’s time for bed.” You say. “Say night night, Jack.” Harry gives his son a kiss before he hands him to you.

“Yeh did good, Y/N.” Niall says, as he helps you put Jack down. “Harry really had no idea.”

“It helped that he’s been too busy to notice me putting the plans together. Perfect way to have a little house warming too, don’t you think?”

“You’re always thinkin’.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“You and Sarah have been married a few months now, been together a few years…do you think you two will grow your family in any way, or are you not so into the baby thing?”

“I want whatever she wants, and she doesn’t seem to want kids.” He shrugs. “She’s always sayin’ her kids at school are enough. We might get a dog soon though.”

“That’s nice.” You smile. “Not that she needs to have kids or anything, I was just wondering is all.”

“My brother’s got a couple, I’m honestly happy just bein’ an uncle, and I think she likes bein’ an auntie to Jack.”

“Whatever works, right? Besides, I’m grateful to have you both so close by again. Jack will really get to know his auntie and uncle.”

“Exactly, and then when he’s older I can teach him how to properly play soccer because honestly Harry is shit at soccer.”

You burst out laughing, and clasp a hand over your mouth to not wake up the baby boy you just got to rest. You both sneak out of the room, and head back downstairs. Harry was chatting with Seth about something, and they were both laughing over whatever it was.

Around 11PM, everyone disperses. People were tired from the work week, after all. You say goodnight to everyone, and collect the cards and gifts people had left for Harry.

“You can open these tomorrow.” You yawn. “Let’s go to bed.” He grabs you and pulls you into him. He kisses you all over your face and you giggle. “Someone had fun.” You push away from him and go upstairs to your bedroom.

“Loads.” He pinches your bum and you have to stop yourself from squealing. You put a finger up to your lips to signal he needed to be quiet.

“If he wakes up, you can put him back to sleep.” You unzip your jeans and throw them in the hamper.

“Well, now you’re just not playin’ fair.” He closes the door behind him. Buster had gotten into the habit of sleeping in Jack’s room. He liked being near him at night.

“What, what am I doing?” You take your sweater off next and throw it in the hamper as well.

“You’re givin’ me a little strip tease.” He sits down on the edge of bed, practically bouncing on it.

“Am not.” You smirk. “I always get undressed like this.” You reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra before going into the bathroom to do your nightly routine. When you come back out Harry was still sitting there with a dumb smile on his face. You were completely naked now. “Can I help you?”

“Yeah, actually.” He looks down at his crotch and then back to you.

“Ohhhh, I see. It’s your birthday, so you want to have sex, is that it?”

“Well, I always want to have sex, but sure, yeah, that’s it.”

You stand in front of his parted legs and rest your hands on his shoulders. You run one of your hands through his hair and get a good fistful to bring his head back slightly. You plant kisses down his neck while he grips your hips to pull you into his lap. You straddle him while you suck on the available skin. One of his hands moves up to grip your throat.

“Get comfortable while I get undressed.” He says to you before letting you go.

“Now who’s giving the strip tease?” You cock an eyebrow as you sit up against the headboard. “And who said you were in charge tonight?”

“It’s my birthday.” He scoffs. “Can’t I have it how I want it?” He gets all of his clothes off and walks back over to the bed.

“And how exactly do you want it? I was planning to get that cock down my throat, but if that’s not something you want-“

Harry gets on the bed and sits next to you, spreading his legs apart.

“Be my fuckin’ guest.”

You giggle and get between his legs. You start by suckling his tip. He closes his eyes as his body starts to relax. You take him further in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you suck on him. His hands run through your hair, making a ponytail with his fist to hold it back for you.

“Ah, fuck.” He breathes as his head rolls back.

You cradle his balls as you bob your head up and down. You groan against him when you taste his precum. This causes him to buck his hips up and you gag slightly on him. He pulls you off of him and you gasp for air.

“I wasn’t done.” You pout.

“Yeah, well, I wanna fuck my wife now, that alright?”

You smile at him as a blush graces your cheeks. He pulls you close to him by the back of your neck and his lips connect with yours. His hands move down to your breasts so he can knead them. Before you know it, you’re being pinned down, your head on the pillows, and Harry’s fingers plunging inside of you.

“Oh, god.” You moan softly.

He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth while his fingers do their work inside you. He brings you extremely close to the edge before pulling them out of you.

“I really fucking hate when you do that.” You groan.

“It’s my birthday remember?” You look over to the clock.

“Only for twenty more minutes, smart mouth.”

“Guess I better make it count then, huh?”

He spreads you apart and pushes inside you without much warning. You bite your bottom lip to stifle the moan you desperately wanted to let out. Even though Jack’s room was down the hall, you still didn’t want to risk being too loud. You also had neighbors that you didn’t want to think Harry was beating you from the way he would make you scream sometimes.

His tip brushes against your g-spot and you grind your hips up towards his. He thrusts in and out and it feels so good you think you might cry. It’s not that you two weren’t intimate, you normally just had to keep it quick, or sometimes you were just too tired to put a lot of effort in. Right when you think you’re going to come to your release he pulls out all the way.

“Harry, I swear to god, I-“

He grabs your hips and flips you over. He slides back in and swoops his hand to the front of your throat to pull you back to him, back flush with his chest.

“I’ll tell you what, I’m gonna fuck yeh really hard right now.” He was making slow circular motions with his pelvis while he was talking. You could barely concentrate. “And your face is gonna go right into that nice pillow, so you can scream out all yeh want. How’s that sound?”

“S, sounds good.”

You gasp when he pushes you back down, and starts ramming into you. You grasp at the pillow and keep your face shoved in it to muffle your noises. His balls were slapping against you in the perfect way, and you can’t help but rub your clit while he continues to pound into you the way you were so desperate for. You turn your face to the side to catch some air.

“Harry.” You moan. “Please, I need to come.”

That was all he wanted to hear. Just to have you beg him, at least once, it was always music to his ears.

“Go ahead, angel.” He coos as he gives you more hard thrusts.

You feel his come shoot inside you and you lose it at that. You moan loudly into your pillow as his thrusts slow. He pulls you of you and helps you flip back over. He hovers over you and gives you a soft kiss before getting up to use the bathroom. You use it again after him and climb into bed.

You both face each other and get your legs tangled together. He tucks your hair behind your ear and smiles.

“Thanks for throwin’ me such a great party, babe. I love you so much.”

“You’re more than welcome, and I love you too. You’re thirty.” You giggle.

“I’m thirty.” He sighs. “Little weird.”

“Age is just a number.”

“Tell me.” He rolls onto his back. “Am I still the sexy young thing you fell in love with?” He looks down at his stomach and then to you. “Or am I like Dad bod central?”

“Oh my goodness, Harry.” You can’t help but laugh. You move to straddle him again, removing the covers. “Your stomach is as flat as the day I met you, and even if it wasn’t I’d love you just the same. Besides,” you pinch at his love handles, that he’s always had, “what are you always saying to me? More to love, right?” You lean down and kiss him. “Still plenty sexy, and still plenty young.”

“Thanks, you know how I know I’m still plenty young?”

“How?”

“Because I could fuck you again right now if yeh let me.” He smirks.

“Yeah? Wanna take me for another ride?” You roll your hips down on him.

“I do.” He starts rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

“Fuck.” You breathe. “I think I could go for a second round. You only turn thirty once, after all.”

#my everything #take it slow sequel #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut #harry styles smut fic #pls tag if you reblog #SO MUCH IS HAPPENING OMFG

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brightmoonprincess · 4 years

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bow-up

this is ridiculous and don’t be mad at me for writing this instead of replying to you LOL

anyways let’s pretend it’s a modern AU but magic still exists.

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No one will believe her, but there *was* a time, long, long ago, when she was taller than Bow.

Pre-puberty days, it was a source of pride for Glimmer. She was certain that she was going to inherit her mother’s height, and everyone told her as such. She told Bow don’t worry, my dad is way shorter than my mom, it’s not a big deal, I can still marry you, back when they were young enough to play pretend-marriage without it being awkward.

Then, one day, her growth stopped. Glimmer still remembers how pissed she was when Bow finally surpassed her in height then kept going. Sometimes, life really isn’t fair.

Changes in height are obvious, especially when someone grows five inches in a year. That’s just ridiculous! Other changes, Glimmer was beginning to realize, were a lot less noticable.

“Um, really? You haven’t noticed at all?” Mermista asks, incredulously. She’s one of the many friends who came over to Glimmer’s for a pool party, and she’s lounging in the chair next to Glimmer, rubbing sunscreen over her arms. “Doesn’t he wear a crop top literally every single day?”

Glimmer frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“Dude. Bow is like, ripped,” Mermista says, though she’s surprised she even has to say it out loud. “I’m saying that objectively. Even Sea Hawk talks about it all the time.”

“Whaaat? I mean, of course I know he is!” Glimmer retorts. She’s more insulted at the idea that there’s anything about Bow that she doesn’t already know. “I guess I just, uh, never really cared about it...”

Mermista raises an eyebrow at her reaction. “O-kay,” she draws out dully.

Of course, Bow is here, and he’s currently playing a game of chicken fight with Adora, Catra, and Scorpia. Glimmer watches them from the side of the pool. Catra is sitting atop Scorpia’s shoulders, while Bow balances on Adora’s. As if by some weird trick of the universe, he’s turned towards Glimmer, and she gets an unobstructed view of his body, from his shoulders to his abs, all of them now glistening with water.

… Holy fucking shit, how did she not notice until now?!

Glimmer goes into a full-blown panic. It’s not the first time she’s seen Bow shirtless, and there had been at least a few times when they changed in front of each other. Even if it was the first time, Mermista was right; he did wear a crop top literally every day. She shouldn’t be as surprised by this as she was.

“Mermista!” Glimmer squeaks, “When did this happen?”

The blue-haired girl shrugs in response. “I dunno. Has he been working out a lot recently? Guess he had a glow up. You could even say… a bow-up.”

“Oh my god get out of my house right now.”

“Fair, that wasn’t my best.”

Glimmer lets out a groan and curls up in her chair, hugging her knees to her chest and burying her head into them. It’s not like she’s unaware that Bow is attractive. Bow is a cutie! Of course she knows that! He’s always been cute! But... when did he get hot?! This new information felt like a slap in the face, and she didn’t know how to process it.

Ok, so her best friend was hot. Cool. Great. She should be happy and proud about that! Not freaking out about it!

For real, though, when did this change happen? Her head is still hanging down, but Glimmer can recall his face perfectly in her mind’s eyes. The more she thinks about it… there are some things that had changed about Bow. Sure, she noticed right away when his height shot up, but tons of things had slipped by. Thinking back on it, she didn’t notice when his skin finally cleared up from the pubescent acne, or when he needed to start shaving, or when his face lost its baby-fat roundness.

His body must be one of those things. These were all subtle, slower changes. Seeing him everyday makes it less likely for her to notice them, as opposed to someone who hasn’t seen him in months.

But surely, some things about him are the same, right? Glimmer makes a note of them, too, to make sure she isn’t losing it. For instance, his smile is still bright and full of life. He still has a sparkle in his eye whenever he is passionate. His eyelashes are still long and full, as pretty as ever.

Hmmm… It’s not like the thought hadn’t come to her mind before... She always dismissed it, but… maybe, she actually felt something more here than just--

“Glimmer, are you feeling ok?” Before she can give it much more thought, a voice speaks to her. Glimmer straightens with a small shriek, looking up to see Bow standing in front of her. “Huh? Oh, um, yep! Feeling great, actually! Hahaha. Ha,” she responds. Very cooly. Not flustered at all. Nothing of the sort here.

Don’t do it Glimmer, she tells herself. Don’t do it. He’s right there, and he’ll notice. Don’t do it.

Nevertheless, her eyes dart downwards, for a fraction of a second. Seriously, how?!

“Um… Are you sure?” Bow asks her with concern. “Have you been drinking water? You might be dehydrated.”

“Water! Water, yes, that’s a great idea, thanks abs-- I mean, thanks Bow!”

Glimmer has never been more thankful for teleportation powers in her life. She books it out of there, re-appearing inside of her room, where she slams the door and sinks down to the floor, her heart beating wildly and her chest heaving. She can never leave this room again.

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(want to put this at the end but also credit to this txt post by @catralatina lol)

#spop #glimmer #bow #glimbow

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maddywritesalot · 4 years

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The Amusement Park

My sister and I slide into the parking spot in the middle of the lot for “’Muzement Pier.” We’ve been driving for seven hours. Just to spend an afternoon at the closest amusement park to our house. I can’t even remember the last time we visited one. It’s been close to a decade.

“It felt like we were in that car forever.” My sister said as we got out of the two-door sedan.

“I blame the nonstop country music you forced me to listen to,” I stretched my back and legs while shutting the car door.

“I said you could choose a song,” she said.

“Yeah, one song. The entire seven hours we were in this cramped car, you let me choose only one song. Then it was country this, yeehaw that, howdy this, hold my beer, my dog ran away.” I rolled my eyes as I walked to the front of the car. I double-checked my ID, debit card, and my phone was in my pockets and stood next to her.

“We need to take a picture for mom and dad.” She said and flipped us around so the rollercoasters were behind us.

We showed our teeth and I held up a peace sign. She snapped the shot and sent it to our mom who responded with a thumbs up.

“Ok, what’s our first stop?” I ask walking toward the entrance.

“Probably the SooperDooperLooper, so we don’t have to do it later after we eat.” She said.

“What makes you think we’ll have time to eat?” I gasp and look at her.

“It’s an amusement park. It’s fair food. We have to eat something or I will die.” She said, dramatic as always.

“I guess you have a point. Ok, the SooperDooperLooper, and then the Millennium Force.” I say.

“Sounds like a plan, and then funnel cake.” We nod our heads in agreement.

We make it through the ticket line, a nerdy teenager with a plain face mask, fogged-up glasses, and bad acne looks us up and down before he scans the tickets on our phones.

We look at the vast courtyard in front of us. It’s a large patch of grass in the very middle of all the rollercoasters and games. There are people in their masks lounging and sunbathing to take a break from the adrenaline and money loss. There is shrubbery encasing the grassy patch with random florals plotted at symmetrical intervals. And two entrances and exits. It looks fairly serene.

To our left is a section of thematic rollercoasters and carnival games. To our front is a large section of food trucks and a pavilion to eat under. To our right is another section of rollercoasters and carnival games, a different theme from the opposite side of the park.

There are trees throughout the park. The largest being in the center of the green patch in front of the park entrance. The trees make the park look abandoned from the sky and the highway that it’s near. But it still gets a ton of business. It also looks very clean for being near the woods.

My sister leads the way to the SooperDooperLooper and I follow. We stand in a line of ten people and chat about our next semester of college. I’m starting my junior year while she’s starting grad school to be a philosophy professor.

We make it to the front of the line and watch the other passengers get on and take off at rocket speeds. The next car returns and no one is on it.

“That’s weird. Do they drop off the other passengers at another platform?” I ask my sister.

“I guess we’ll find out.” She says as the gates open allowing us to get on.

We take a seat in the front row, my sister to my left. We secure the seatbelts and the shoulder bar comes down. The rules are read out aloud the speakers as other teen park workers check everyone’s belts and bars. They give the thumbs up and WHOOSH. We’re out.

It starts by going super fast up a steep hill. And slows down. There’s only a couple of groups on the coaster behind us. But I can already hear the screams of excitement. We make it to the top and stay there for one… two… three…

four…

now it’s weird…

five…

six…

seven…

anytime now…

eight…

DROP

We’re sent to the decline, spinning spinning spinning spinning, I’m lightheaded, my stomach is in knots.

We flatten out and then shoot up another, smaller, hill, and then fall again, sharper, my body is lifted off the seat. The anxiety of falling out of the rollercoaster comes full force until we’re jerked to our right and left and down again, spinning

Spinning

And then my body slams against the shoulder bars as we screech to a stop.

It is a different platform than where we began. It looks like we stopped at a completely different section of the park. I didn’t know that this would end here.

Another teen worker comes around and undoes everyone’s safety latches and we’re free to exit to the left.

I stumble as I try and gain my bearings again. My stomach is swirling and my head feels like it’s going to explode.

“That was exhilarating,” my sister says and heaves into the nearest trash can. I laugh but I can’t blame her, I feel like I’m about to hurl myself.

“I don’t remember that rollercoaster doing that or ending somewhere completely different,” I say, still holding my stomach.

“Yeah, me neither.” She admits. We walk around a twisted path formed by tall hedges that lead from the rollercoaster and back to the park.

After what feels like 15 minutes we break out of the hedges and into the main part of the park. With the green patch directly in front of us. It’s like we just entered the park again.

“Deja Vu?” My sister says and walks toward a large sign that says which coaster is where and then starts walk to the Millenium Force.

We walk past a row of carnival games, some with superheroes stuffed toys as prizes and others had live fish for prizes. There was a family playing for fish, four children holding different colored plastic rings, and two adults throwing their own plastic rings. The smallest of the group held a fish that was won.

As I walked by her, she looked up at me and smiled a big toothless grin and held the bag up at me, lightly shaking it. I smiled back and waved and then she dropped the bag and it popped on the pavement of the walkway. The girl screamed and grabbed for the small goldfish, accidentally squishing it with her hands. She screamed even louder. My smile dropped and I didn’t know what to do. I stared in horror at the little girl and the now-dead fish.

My sister doesn’t look back, she’s been babbling about her boyfriend for the better half of our walk now and reaches behind her to grab my hand. She tugs me along and continues her story about how she went to a beach and her boyfriend and a few of his friends played a prank on her and her girlfriends. She didn’t witness what just happened.

“You really didn’t see that little girl just now?” I ask her as I caught up to her.

“What little girl?” She asks and looks around.

“The one screaming?” I look behind me and the family was gone, I guess they stopped having fun. “Nevermind,” I say and let her continue her story.

We make it to the Millenium Force and stand in a seven-person line. My sister and I grew silent. I was still thinking about the little girl and the dead fish, that was so eerie. She was looking around, people watching. Easily her favorite past time. I noticed a younger couple in the front of the line, they were holding hands and talking very close together. They seemed sweet. Not in a disgusting way, but a “we’re young and in love” kind of way.

The next six people get in line, the lovers in the first seat. The take off at a snails pace, getting ready for the buildup of the ride.

We’re near the front, behind one large man dressed in dark clothing, he doesn’t turn around to look at us and make small talk. He just stands there quietly. Which is fine. I’m not too into talking to strangers.

The ride is over before I knew it and the group of six get up, the lovers in the front looked angry with one another, the woman looks crestfallen, like she just found out her childhood dog died or maybe her heart was broken? The man doesn’t look any better. She reaches for his hand and he flinches back. Looking scared. The group exits the platform and the gates open for us to get on. The teen worker guides the first man into the left side of the first car and directs my sister to sit next to him.

“I was hoping to sit by her?” I ask the worker and he said that two people have to sit in the front. I look behind me to see if anyone can trade her seats but there was no one else in line. Odd.

The man wasn’t very welcoming when my sister asked for him to trade seats with me. He ignored her and strapped himself in.

“Oh well.” I shrug my shoulders and get in the seat behind them. The worker directs me to sit in the seat behind the man, ‘the left side has to be the side that’s filled’ he said. Ok, that’s also odd, but I’m not a rollercoaster engineer.

We get strapped in and wait a minute to see if there are any last-minute passengers. Nothing. He holds up his thumb and the rumble of the rollercoaster begins. The slow chug of car making it up the steep incline caused my anxiety to spike. But that’s the joy of riding rollercoasters.

We make it to the top. And wait.

We teeter on the edge, the wind is blowing our hair around like crazy, I should’ve braided it earlier.

It seems like we’re stuck on the top of the rollercoaster. The man starts shifting in his seat. Squirming as if he’s uncomfortable. And then he lurches forward. Trying to make the coaster go. Nothing happens. He lurches again, more forcefully.

“Come on!” he yells and lurches a final time. I hear a crack and then the coaster begins to shift forward and starts down the hill going super fast. We hit the bottom and go up a smaller hill reaching a corkscrew section.

Around

Stomach drops again

Around

Then we shoot up and down again, slamming to our left and into another tight corkscrew

Around

My head is spinning

Around

The man puts his hands up, yelling ‘woohoos!’ and then we make a sharp turn to the right and drop down again and slow down until we’re chugging back up another steep incline.

We make it to the top, the temperature dropped 10 degrees it seems. I collect goosebumps along the skin of my arms and legs. My sister looks back at me, wide-eyed. She’s scared too.

We stalled on the top of the rollercoaster again. The man immediately starts lurching forward.

I hear another crack and try not to think about what that could be from. He lurches again and there’s a pop and then the coaster slides backward where we came from.

“I don’t think this is supposed to happen!” I yell toward my sister. She looks back again and grabs my hand. We scream, from adrenaline mixed with newfound fear.

The man continues yelling his ‘woohoos!’ as if this is supposed to happen. We go backward through a corkscrew.

Around

I let go of my sister’s hand to hold my mouth closed

Around

I’m going to vomit

Around

I swallow the bile that’s collecting in my throat and tears prick my eyes, I close them tight.

And then we stop. I open my eyes and we’re back on the original platform. I look around and there are about twenty people in line to get on.

“What happened?” I asked my sister.

“I have no clue. But we made it.” The seats release and we stand. My legs are numb and my throat burns. We stagger off of the ride and new people get on.

“Do we say something? Was all of that supposed to happen?” I ask her.

“I have no clue, but I’m not too sure I’m a fan of this ride.” She grabs my hand and steers me to the exit of the platform.

We walk another windy path of tall hedges. The man is walking a couple feet in front of us.

“Sir, did you find anything weird about that back there?” I ask him. He stops and slowly turns his upper body, his head is covered in thick dark hair. He makes eye contact with me and a mischievous smile creeps onto his face. He winks and starts stalking back down the path.

“What was his deal?” My sister whispers to me.

“I have no clue. Can we get something to eat now?” I ask.

“Duh, it’s time.” We make it to the end of the path and it leads to the front of the park again. Just like how we entered. The green patch with the large tree in front.

We walk around the green patch and straight toward the food truck. There’s 10 give or take one or two. We go to one that has funnel cakes and fried Oreos and then another with soft pretzels. My sister and I grab our food and head under the big green pavilion. There aren’t as many people here as I was expecting so we easily find a picnic table and start chowing down.

My sister and I talk about college again, what we hope this year will bring us, and what we want to do with our futures. We also discuss her getting engaged, which ‘should be any day now.’ She and her boyfriend have been together since high school. Her boyfriend followed her to her college and got a business degree and is working for his father while she finishes grad school. They are the ultimate couple.

We pack up our trash and throw it out. We head to the other section of rollercoasters and walk past more carnival games. As we walk I see a family playing a game.

Four kids are holding different colored plastic rings, waiting their turn to play while two adults throw their own plastic rings. The smallest of the group is holding a fish in a bag. She looks so happy. Why does this seem familiar? I walk past the girl and she holds the bag up, shaking it lightly and beaming with all of her heart. The bag falls to the ground and it pops with a wet “sploosh” the girl falls to her knees and cries, picking up the fish and squeezing a bit too hard. She cries harder, screaming bloody murder as she drops the now-dead fish on the pavement. I look on in horror as an older boy consoles her.

My sister grabs my arm and continues her story about what she wishes her engagement to be.

“You seriously didn’t see that?” I ask her, pulling my arm from her hand.

“See what?” She asks and looks around.

“The kid, again. The kid dropped the fish and killed it. How could you miss that. There’s no one else here?” I ask, hysteria making a small cameo in my voice.

“Sis, I don’t see anyone at all. Not a little girl in sight.” I look behind us again and I don’t see the family. Again. They just disappeared. There isn’t even a worker manning the game booth.

“What..” I stop walking and look around some more. There’s no one else in sight.

No one is manning any games, I don’t hear any walking, talking, laughing. It’s just me and my sister.

I get closer to a booth and look at the toys. They all have malevolent faces on them. Angry. Violent. There’s even what looks to be blood on some of them.

I walk to a different one and there’s broken glass on the inside of the booth. The toys look shredded. I walk across the way and stop. The booths look destroyed. There’s broken glass everywhere.

I turn and call for my sister but she doesn’t answer. She’s laying a few feet in front of me. Facedown. Her clothes are dirty with splotches of red on them.

I walk toward her, I call her name again. No answer.

I turn again and a wave of nausea passes over me, I get lightheaded and fall down on my hands and knees and heave. Nothing comes up but broken glass and blood. My stomach turns again. I collapse onto the pavement and close my eyes.

When I open them again I’m back in my sister’s car. Except the world is upside down. I look to my left and see her, her arms are sticking above her, toward the roof of the car. The seatbelt keeping her in her seat.

I call her name again, but nothing comes out except slow viscous streams of blood.

Tears prick my eyes again. I start to panic, I can’t breathe around the blood in my mouth, so I try to breathe through my nose and look down to where my seatbelt latch is. My door is caved in on my right side. It’s pinching my leg. I can’t feel it. I don’t know if that’s good or bad.

I try and undo my seatbelt. It’s not budging because of the weight.

I use my left leg and my arms to push myself up and then I undo the belt. I fall onto the roof of the car. I can feel my right leg now. I feel warm. My fingertips are freezing though and my stomach and chest feel bruised.

I sit up and reach for my sister. Her eyes are open when I push her hair back. There’s a large crack in her forehead near her hairline and a steady stream of blood leaking from it. I gagged and try to leave through the broken windshield but my leg is caught.

I pull and pull and hear something tear and feel something pop. It doesn’t hurt enough to stop. So I pull again and I’m free. My shorts were ripped by the door and my leg feels funny but I can move it. I crawl through the glass and out into the open.

There are multiple cars in a haphazard pile and disarray across the five lanes of the highway. I see ambulances and police cars blocking other cars. I start to make my way toward them. I pass a motorcycle laying sideways, the supposed rider was laying a couple of feet from it, lying on his back. He had dark clothes on, even darker patches of what I’m assuming is blood spotted his attired. He had long dark hair. He looked familiar.

I stumble past a semi on its side, I can’t see the driver. I continue on, trying to breathe evenly so I don’t go into shock. There’s a flipped over minivan on my right, I fall into the drivers’ side front wheel and catch my breath. I see an arm of a little kid sticking out from the backseat window. I try not to gag as I look at a single goldfish lying dead inches from the hands grasp.

I stumble ahead and hear some commotion now, people yelling to get back. That’s when I smell it. I look around and see a wet trail on the road I’m walking on. I follow it toward another car and then I see the spark. And then searing heat and my vision goes white.

#short story #amusement park #horror story #college #driving #highway #death #maddywritesalot

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charmed-asylum · 4 years

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Summary: Something happening in Easter Hills. Something that effecting everyone under the surface. Could this just be a phase a trick that no one can shack off? Is this something that will pass with another or can we all be heading for destruction

Declaimer: #Foodie has some curse words, blood,cat fight, mentions of bullying and eating disorder. Also, I do have dyslexia who happens to do her own proof reading so be easy with me!!!

A/N: This chapter is a filler before things start to go to shit in the next one. Let me know what you think or want to be added to the tag list. xoxo Tia

MASTER LIST // Previous CHAPTER 2

Tagged: @weapinggwillowss @kittykatlow @alagalaska @deansblackbeauty

The journey to school was a blur. I don’t know how or by what grace of god but I made it come Monday. It has been one hell of a week but that be an understatement. In reality, it wasn’t just this week it was these last month or so. I tap my number two pencil a few times against the desk waiting for my name to be called. Ms. King was an older lady full proud of the fact she been teaching since 1968. While it was an achievement to the only thing she to show was 13 cats waiting for her at home. The simple 10 minutes routine took her much longer and left us 20 minutes to cramp everything in. Today this lovely dry hot day was pushing 22 minutes. Taking a deep breath I look away from the heart diagram and look up to see what was taking so long. Class of normally 27 students was a minor fraction of 18 if that. I would think nothing of it but as I chew on the nasty no taste but death eraser it hit me. It was the same thing for all my other class different students were missing, I heard principal Ratchet mention the flu or mono. Just did not feel right.

Eraser still hanging from my mouth as I think of that day. Mind rush back to sitting in the back of the ambulance. Flashing blue and red light blur my vision only clear thing was KP looking like a superhero. His huge rough hands play in his hair as he let a huge breath out from his chiseled chest. Eyes darting back from the black bag and the sheriff. I was gonna speak but KP knows what is best and having me talk wasn’t it. Men stuck in his ways talking to the freak was never useful. The only words that came from his mouth addressed to me were,” Second time in a month you got something going on with you and these damn woods. You doing some witchcraft or something. Weird girl”. I chuckled under my breath at the joke he was. But he was right two times in a month this time I’m alone. No parents no reassurance. Blood mix with the dirt covers most of my clothes. KP didn’t mention much just that we saw the body out of nowhere. Not that it was still alive barley but alive not that it said anything just that it was dead when he checked. The next thing I remember was me in the bathtub still in my clothes as he cleans me off. Water was mix with soap water and dirt. I practically begged him to stay not to leave with tears rolling down my cheeks eyes red with fear and pain. With a kiss on the crown of my head, he promises me before carrying me to bed. We lay snuggled together his hands holding me tightly his hands and mine laying close to my heart. By the time the rosters call to wake up the night creatures, he was gone.

Bell took me out of my mind back into reality. Slowly grabbing my thing I rush out to my locker to see if Janet picks up the note I left. Peaking over my shoulder I shield myself as I put in her combo. With a tap it open with the note still there. SHIT JANET. Besides the creepy 3 words messages, I haven’t heard from her. Just had to focus today thing on Janet.

Corner of my eye I could see few people going towards the cafeteria. I swing my bag over my shoulder and ran off to the cafeteria. Even though my lunch period was for another two periods. Pushing through the sea of people looking for her. Crazy how classrooms were getting more and more empty but the cafeteria was getting more and more crowded. Pushing people who were waiting on the growing line to get food I look around for Janet. She has been having lunch during this period and her regular one with me for a month. Turning shoulders calling she was nowhere. FUCK.

My fresh white polish nails comb through my hair as I tried to remain calm. Closing my eyes I pray to the lords for help a sign. Anything to prove I’m not losing it once again. As I started to relax I could hear a noise a voice. Looking up I thank god before following the voice. Now before I explain to you what saw a person should know in this school I’m a freak I’m okay with it, I accept it, I celebrate my flawless in the eye of my peers. One of many things is my strict unorthodox eating habits. I have been called every word in every dictionary. Something I never wanna contribute to, Tiffany though is a 500 calories a day type of girl. Once someone gave her a regular coke and she beat the poor freshman right to ER. She screams Malibu Barbie with matching purse. Flawless. She Janet’s level flawless just with an eating disorder. This Tiffany if it wasn’t for the 5,000 purses and that annoying voice, this girl looks nothing like her. First, it was the fact all my years of knowing her she only wears a crop top and thong poking out now in size large sweater with purple unicorns and leggings, that she probably got from the local theft shop in town. I almost piss myself. Then was her plate. The fact she had a plate was a shocker. She had two things of chili fries, a sloppy Joe, and three pudding cups. Sipping from a BIG BOY slushie from the gas station down the road. Unknown to me I was currently in front of her table mouth open till one of her minions toss a fry at me.

“ Tiffany. Hey huh, Tiff” I said still unsure.

If I was shocked before when she turned to me made me beyond doubt stun. She had a ton of acne and her face look a bit puffy from her skeleton skin-tight face not so long ago.

“ What do you want? “ One of her minions ask as she was chewing on some sour union flavor chips.

“ Have you seen. Janet today? We got a project due tomorrow and I can’t find her” I said spit balling as went on.

They look at each other and giggle. Tiffany looks at the other and like that her mood change she sat up a bit more and turn to fully look at me. With her stain shirt and food on the corner of her mouth. She looks at me with hungry in her eyes with a quick lick around her smug lipstick lips grind at me.

“ Actually no we haven’t but we were gonna look for her. Hey, you got any Trippie on you” Tiffany said with joy and lust in those hazel eyes.

Step back and put a hand to my hip. I look at her as she waited for my answer. This gosh darn drug again. The reason why I and Janet been at odds, to begin with.

“ No. I don’t take that stuff. Tried Popi. She the one who had it in the 1st place. You haven’t seen her she usually here with you during lunch” I pressed. Look of doubt of cross all four girls face. Who was spotting a similar appearance to their leader?

“ Come on. Smith your join to the fuckin hip. You must know where we can find her or some of the drugs. We ran out quicker then we wanted to. Takes longer to get it up. Help us. We do anything. Tell Janet we are willing to do anything “ Zoe said grabbing tight to my wrist. Her grip was airtight that I felt the pressure. Almost like how it was with Janet that last time. Same look in the eyes too.

Pulling away from her grip with all my might I stumble back. I look at the girls as their expressions started to change to a dead zone look in their eyes. Like they were on something. My mouth became dry my brain ache from thoughts that were running through my head. My eyes darted from one to another to another.

“ Lik-”

Tiffany ignore me and started to laugh after taking a few more bites of her sandwich. Drops of it left on her shirt one just by the corner of her mouth.

“ She not gonna tell us. She wants it all to her self. It’s fine we figure it out we are not selfish people” Tiffany said laughing between each chew. I clench my jaw till I felt something swooshing in my mouth a bitter taste.

“ Like I said. I don’t take that stuff. I care what goes in my body and I don’t trust it” I said before turning to leave. I got a few steps in before I heard more laughter. I stop and chuckle to myself what was so funny. Sound like she was mumbling something. “Excuse me” I said turning back around.

“ You know what. Why did I even ask you? Face it. Without that candy eye boy toy or your American pie girlfriend you nothing but a fuckin virgin who can even drive. Your nothing only thing you were made to do was to worship and praise others. Look at you Janet doesn’t give you any attention finally realize what dead weight you are and left you. I bet it hurts knowing that you are nothing. EVERYONE LEAVES YOU. But you are one thing. Very good at if I may say. Being a pathetic bitch. Roof roof” Tiffany said with a smile on her face and a wheeze of a laugh. I hated her I know I should not but I did. Hated that she was mostly right I hate that I let this get to me and most of all I hated I was entertaining it. It was too late I felt the tears in my eyes. So I did the only thing left to do and that was to mirror her. Show who she was I am good at pretending so much so I don’t know if my mind grew up with my body.

“ Funny you say that. Because the only thing I see is a bunch of mystery meat slops of shit. Yeah, you almost was right but you forgot about one thing. Tiffany, I’m not someone bitch I am the mother fucking animal control. I round up all those rodents pest and I put them down. Don’t test me, ugly soul. Because next time I put you down maybe just maybe finally allow your groupies some air to think for once” I said got closer to her till I was nose to nose.

Taking my thumb I gently clean her of the sloppy Joe that settles on the corner of her mouth before rubbing it on her shoulder. A smile with victory as she remains silent from my death stare. Lips cover in raspberry flavor organic lip-gloss roll off a bit from my tongue as I move it across. Stepping back I flip up my middle finger high in the air and turn around probably too quick because next thing I know something pulls me close and punches me square in the face knocking me slow motion down to the ground. Light flicker a bit before with rainbows and glitter before it all fades to black.

Drips of water fell down my forehead. The buzzing was the first thing that caught my attention, the buzz from a circle ceiling light with a cool white tent. Buzz hypnotize me Mumbling back noise stop but my eyes remained on a poor dead fly t stuck in the filter.

" Oh, Ms. Smith you awake. That was a nasty fall. I will be back in a second" Nurse Jane called out.

The nurse’s office like this fly in a black hole stuck in the 1950s with a wall of fame for Nurse Jane prize dog. Yup, Mr. Fuzzy Bear. Elvis Presley played in the background. I look at the wall Mr. Fuzzy Bear look completely different then dog I saw a few weeks ago. Tap on the shoulder shocks me to the core as I scream out and throw the now baggie of water into the floor by my converse. Hands shake with fear my breathing getting shorter as I hold onto the wall of trophies. Trying and failing to catch my breath. Another tap sent me to the floor crawling to the corner covering my ears and tried to control my breathing.

" Oh, I'm sorry. Ms. Smith. I was seeing if you were okay. Sit here let me get you some water" Nurse Jane said. I could smell whiskey on her breath as she spoke to me. Mix with the cheap drug store perfume they sale but no one brought due to the reaction most got.

Looking up I watch as she walks off. She had far to much hair spray that perfect her scoop with a white daisy in her hair and the white long sleeve white nurse uniform. My eyes went back to the daisy I study flowers out of boredom and that one something was off. Slowly getting to my feet I follow her to the front till I stop and see the puddle I felt. CRAB CAKES I said to myself as I got on my knees to clean up my mess.

“ That’s a new daisy huh Mrs. Cruise. Might need to clip a few and add it to the garden” I said

“ Oh, this little old thing. My little boy was playing out in the fields and found some. Next to this strange patch of grass. Probably weed. Anyway, it was the prettiest thing I have seen had to cut one of myself. But don’t let your self eat it. My poor baby eats some and well that how he ends up going to see you” She said handing out a can for the trash.

“ How is little guy anyway. Not eating any more chocolate or flowers I hope” I asked dusting off my rip denim jeans.

She looks at me strange her head tilt to the side hair staying in place. A huge grind plaster on that clown-like makeup face.

“ Smith. My baby has been with you all this week. I took my little fuzzy home and he started to act like he was from the wild. Brought him back so the good lord of a doctor can make him all better” Jane said.

I wanted to laugh because last I check he wasn’t there. Words stayed at top of my tongue. My eyes dart to her and the wall of trophies back to her.

“ Oh yeah. Ethan got hurt had to get someone over from next town over. Sure he is back to the cute button he always is in no time. If I may ask because well new doc might make a fuss where was this planet at” I asked.

“ Well, I was on my daily work out power walk so mmmm somewhere by the old wooden bridge in Lovers. Such a pretty sight” Jane said. Before I can speak the phone rang. I slipped out as she turns to answer it.

I look in my hand was the white tissue with the daisy I snatch off of her. Something was off. Maybe if Janet didn’t want to tell me I figure it out myself. Something was wrong and I attend to figure it out one way or another. The first stop was to work.

Most don’t know because my family likes to keep it hush back before Ethan came into town my dad family own Easter Hills Animal Hospital for over 60 years. Still does as a private owner. Ethan was like the fun aunt and each time I had nowhere to go she would sit me on the desk and teach me things. The first animal I cut open was a raccoon at the age of 7 with Ethan of course helping me every step of the way.

Lights in the hallway were dim fluorescent lights. With my phone in my hand, I tap on the flashlight and slowly walk into the back. Maybe I can check a few of the animals and the daisy I snatch to see if anything was similar. BING BING I glance down to my notifications to see a text from KP. Asking me if I am okay. I cared about him but there was too much at state. I need to know. Call it a hunch.

It smells like trash and cleaning supplies for some reason. Like the hardcore, stuff police use to clean a crime scene. I should know each night I clean the operation rooms and front area. The stuff we use was the general store brand. And it smells and looks too perfect. The new vet hasn’t arrived yet, so who did this? The keys dangle from my left hand hitting me as I walk down to the back where the files would be at. I just had to check to see if the dog was still here. As I got close something wasn’t right. There was a brand new lock on the door. I was here not so long ago this heavy-duty lock wasn’t here. Clipping the keys to my hip I glance around before I tried to jiggle at the lock. No luck. Looking around I tried to think on my feet. Shit. Lending against the wall I see a light on in Ethan office. Alright, that can work. Pocketing my phone in my back pocket. I sneak into her office.

The walls were cover in wine red wallpaper with cherry dark chocolate wood floors. Her office looks nothing like the one you would assume a veterinarian office would look like. Everything from the desk to the chairs was expensive something Ethan insisted. There was a black bookshelf that lay against the wall with matching black gold nods desk. Chairs that were a whopping 2,000 each sat perfectly insight. Awards plastered on another wall with pictures of her many accomplishments. She looks print-ready perfect. Along with all her pictures was one in the corner row of her with my parents when I was younger. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The first day she started almost 10 years ago. She had a short boy cut with dyed blonde hair that made her features pop. I didn’t know much about beauty but she and my mother are what I imagine. Most look at Mona Lisa or Marvel statue for reference me I had two prime examples just for myself to see each day. Kinda like what I felt when I saw KP for 1st time 6 years ago. For so many years I was lost in the woods unable in away to find my way home. At first, it was Ethan and Janet who hold me close then shortly KP.

A loud bing drum though my ears. Clinching onto my ears I start to breathe again. Calming myself before I slip again. I had to focus. My eyes gaze to the computer. Ethan was many things but OCD was one. She always had copies full of details. I couldn’t get into the back room but maybe this could work. I rush over almost knocking over a picture of Ethan's two older daughters to the desk. Shaking the mouse I wait till the computer comes alive. My left hand cradling my face biting my thumbnail. Taste is nail polish with taste funny but I chew and spit it out without thought. CRAP. Password. Taking my hand away I tap the keyboard. It could be an endless list of it could be one. Sitting back in the plush comfy desk chair lean back and rock back and forth. Great way to putting all those AP and college courses to good use I thought to myself. Tapping my sneakers against the wood floor I loosen my messy bun and run my fingers through my hair. My ring KP gave me tangle through my hair. I stop thinking and reach to type something in quickly. WINE. Nope, crap. Pulling out the draws I look around for something. A hint clue maybe like many older people password somewhere.

While her office was perfect these draws were nothing like it may be the OCD part was probably the wrong word. It had five draws: 1st had simple office supplies and a pill bottle of viagra, 2nd had appointment book and business card old open bag of photo chips, 3rd had a prepaid phone, key to the safe, and thing of condoms. 4th one had a bottle of cheap whiskey, two glasses, and a few files full of pictures and post it’s. The draw in the center didn’t budge. Feeling around the smooth polish surface I felt something off. Stretching down a bit more I felt it. A huge grin spread across my face as I grab and quickly tried to open the back door with it. Still, it did not budge. Running back I did not see the front door was wide open letting in a cool breeze. Driven by excited I tried for the desk draw and heard a click. Opening it. I saw a phone book and a journal and right on the front corner in a bright pink post-it was the password: 2HOT4THISISH.

My laughter was cut short when I heard heavy foot shuffling outside the crack door. I pause and tried to figure my next move. With my eyes on the door, I quickly shove the papers from the files in my bag. The journal replacing it with a book another that was on the table and putting everything back to what it was. Before I could slip out the door open with a loud creak sound. Panic took over and I quickly bundled tight under the desk with my legs squeeze tight to my chest a gentle rock not make a sound. I could hear wheezing. My eyes were full of tears as I tried not to panic. Who could it be? My eyes drift off to the side and I could see a pair of Black Jimmy Choo nearly 3 feet from my hand. I quickly move it and watch the shoes. It was there for another 10 maybe 15 minutes before I heard a rattle of keys and shoes walk away. Towards the end hallway I heard some more noise but this time it was from the back door I tried to open earlier. Whoever it was the person did whatever to the lock.

I jolt awake from the sound of my phone going off. I glanced down to see it was KP. And it was going at 11 o’clock. Fudge I slowly got up from the floor and sat in the chair.

“ Hey baby I’m so sorry I got lost in my work and fell asleep” I said rubbing my eyes.

I could hear a deep breath in and I could imagine he was rubbing his forehead with a thick strong finger.

“ Sweetie. You had me worried. I had to hear from someone else you got in a fight with that toothpick girl. Tiffany something. Why didn’t you call me” he asked with a bit ignored.

I look around at the office and back at the computer it was still on. I rest the phone in the crook of my neck and type in the password.

“ I know I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry. I should have told you. Do you wanna snuggle tonight Phillip. We can snuggle and I can give you kitty licks or something” I said trying to get him to lighten up. The home screen came up. There was normal stuff internet, virus protection filed, a few others. As I waited I click on to each and look to see what I can find.

“ Oh really. You know I love your kitty licks Issac. I gotta stay in late today probably till about 2 in the morning. But I can still come over. For some snuggle, if the offer still open” KP tease.

My smile drops when I saw something I didn’t mean to click. It had pictures and pdf of things I never have seen before. I hold the clicker to print everything out.

“ Of course. You know where the key is. Just bring some milk if you come. Mr. Cereal cruncher uses the last bit the other day” I said with a giggle.

“ Will do. Sorry I been distant. Perks of small ass town are not many folks to call if there a crisis. I never get how a town of 203 people can have a police unit of 12 people which includes the old man club who just sleeps in the police car. One day this mentality gonna bit them in the ass baby. Baby are you still there” KP asked.

I wasn’t listening but instead reading what I found. It was my reports I send for. For the drug, dog, and something unknown. I glance at the date and it was of a few days ago. Each had this strange code at the end of each page.

“ I’m sorry about that honey. You know this town stuck in time. I know things are hectic with you. I wish I could make it perfect like the way you are. But I can only be your snuggle bunny and talk to you and be here for you” I said packing my bag and looking some more.

“ That’s all I ask for baby. My beautiful snuggle bunny. God your -“ KP stop talking and shot out to someone. “ Huh. I gotta go another fuck up animal. Just pop up by lover lane” KP said disappointed.

“ It’s okay. Hey, hasn’t it been a lot of that lately? We don’t get those anymore. You cheating on me with another animal lover” I teased. It was silent only I could hear was a deep breath from the other line.

“ I am joking. I’m gonna be wearing your favorite plaid shirt to sleep. I love you. Stay safe for me please” I said in a mouse-like whisper.

I need this stuff. Looking in my bag I pull out my key chain for my USB drive. I looked around before plugin it in and copying all the files. As it got to 100% I quickly unplugged it and fix everything to was before I came. My bike was a half-mile away hiding behind trees and some branches. Midnight sky dance high. Times like this I would stop and lay on the road and look up now I’m filled with this void. This feeling was creeping from the corner of my eyesight. Feeling of claws pulling at your flesh. Ahead I could see some birds flying south. A huge flock like it was on my date. They always know I wish I could just have left with KP and not look back. Even with that would I be escaping the danger or welcoming another.

I sat Indian style on the floor with a pencil in my bun and a yellow highlighter in my mouth. Looking over the papers and files scattered across. The more I read more I could tell something wasn’t right.

“ Baby why are you up ?” a voice said for behind me. I jump up almost choking on the highlighter falling in the papers behind me.

KP stood tall with his sleeve rolled up to show his god-like muscle hairstyle slick back looking like a Ken doll.

“ Sorry homework” I said looking up to him. He chuckled and bend down on one knee to get a better look at me. He took my hand and slowly help me up in. I could smell the coffee from his breath mix with some gum. He smokes even though I told him how much I hated it. More he smokes a brand that not even available anymore. Which made me madder at the money he spent.

“ You know you keep it up with the donuts and cigarettes your not gonna be able to promise me that forever. Mister” I said with a bent brow at him.

With a finger, he played with my hair a bit before meeting my eyes. Sweet sparkle that makes anyone weak to the knees and a smile to match. Coming closer he kisses me with such hunger. I reach for the back of his neck to help me out as I deepen the kiss. Til I taste the cigarette and stop.

“ No kisses till you brush your teeth. Yucky “ I giggle in his neck. My hands still playing with his neck hair. His hands move further down my back till it reaches my rear.

“ But I’m sleepy. I don’t wanna. You said you are my snuggle bunny” He said with his puppy eyes. I hit his rock hard chest playfully before pushing myself backs away from him laying on top of the papers so he couldn't see it.

“ And we will when you brush your teeth. Or you can quite” I said with a fake shock face.

He laughs and walks to the bathroom join to my bedroom. I turn to watch as he walks off. God his butt was a thing of beauty.

“ What type of work are you doing “ He asked from the bathroom.

I slowly got up when I heard the water and quickly move all the papers and shove them in my bag.

“ Research paper for history. You know how Mr. Burns is a pain in my buttocks “ I said checking around for anything else.

KP wall out with a mouth full of mouthwash gave me his serious look. I walk over to a bin under my bed full of some clothes for him and toss him over some sweatpants. Getting under my blankets I waited for him to come out. My cell started to ring from my bedside table. Reaching for it I answered it and walk out to the hallway.

“ Janet is that you. God, I have been worried” I whisper into the phone. Nothing.

“ I forgot you quite. Tiffany came at me looking for you. Be proud I told her off” I laughed. Still nothing.

“ If you are in trouble I can help. And hey if it’s something legal then fuck it. You are my friend I can talk to KP. He here..hello” the phone click and I heard a dial tone.

“ Who was that” KP asked standing in the doorway arms cross over each other.

“ Janet. She has been calling and saying nothing. I’m worried “ I said looking up to him. He pushes himself off and wrap his arms around me and squeeze me tight. Tears fell onto his bare chest.

Master of Puppets began to blur though the tiny radio. Fiddling around I press onto the snooze buttons. KP was still sound asleep with his arms wrap around my small of my abdomen. Head in the crook of my neck snoring. I glance back and kiss his forehead smiling. The clock read blink 6:03. Taking his hand I slowly ease myself out of the embrace and out of bed. He snuggled into my pillow and started to snore once more. Flipping my alarm off grab my outfit I had plan night before and headed into the bathroom.

It still early so I decide to open the windows to let some fresh air in. After a few minutes, I hop in. I scrub some shampoo in my hair and hum this morning song to myself. I reach back and let the water hit my face run down to the rest of my body. Taking the dirt and worried away. A cheep cheep stops me as I tried to figure out what it was taking out last bit of conditioner. I felt something coming around me then more cheep cheep. I wipe my eyes to my surprise I saw a bird no five maybe more in the shower with me. I tried to move but more I did more they attack me two in my hair other hitting me with its wings. My breathing started to fall short as panic set it. I tried not to scream thinking to all the safety videos I would watch growing up but it didn’t work. I tried pushing away shooing them but still nothing. The anxiety got so bad that after trying to hold it in I scream. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. They kept attacking me this time pecking me over and over. Taking my hands I tried to push then away. Still, they came after me. I grab for the shower curtain tight trying to find some escape. AHHHHHHHHHHHHELP. With one last scream, the curtain I was holding onto with my dear life suddenly gave. Suddenly everything faded to black. The only thing I could hear was the birds still chirping.

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borz-bois · 4 years

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I’m officially 4 months on testosterone!!💉✨

To celebrate, I wanted to share some of my progress with other trans men/nb folk who are interested in starting testosterone.

I’ve been taking .3 mg shots every other week. The dosage is going to be upped soon, they just wanted to let the changes come naturally. I knew what changes would happen but I wasn’t sure how long they would take. Hopefully this guide can help you estimate what will happen and when!

1. Body Hair

I’ve grown a TON of body hair over the past few months. I think some of the hair growth will depend on your genetics though. The men in my family are super hairy, so of course I have a lot of hair. Even in places I would never expect. (I knew butt hair was a thing but I don’t know how to shave it help)

The new hair is pretty light, but it will darken overtime. The places I have so far are my upper and fore arms, my thighs, above and below my belly button, my butt, a little on my chest, and some peach fuzz on my face!

(Some photos for reference)

The hair that I already had previously thickened and darkened. My leg looks like a goddamn forest, and my eyebrows have evolved into caterpillars.

(Some more photos for reference)

2. Voice

My voice has noticeably deepened. Not enough to seem masculine, but enough to make myself sound boyish. If that makes any sense.

I’m a dumbass and didn’t record my voice over the past few months. Just take my word that it’ll deepen. You probably won’t notice it right away but the people around you will.

3. Pimples

Pimples are an issue. I’ve gotten them on my face, chest, shoulders, and back. You should start a facial routine when you decide to take testosterone so you can stay ontop of the pimples. I’ve been using the PanOxyl ‘creamy acne’ facewash and the Neutrogena ‘oil free acne moisturizer’ twice a day. It’s worked pretty well, but you need to be consistant. I forgot to wash my face yesterday and I’m already breaking out.

4. Emotions

Starting testosterone is like puberty 2.0. I get angry pretty often and need time alone a lot more than I used to. I already have a ton of mental health issues, so I might need to re-evaluate some of my medications and treatments to aliviate the hormonal emotions.

Warning: the next part of this post will talk about genitals and sex. If you don’t feel comfortable reading that please scroll away and thank you for reading this far!

5. Horniness

You will be horny, all. the. time. I’m not joking. This was the first effect that I got from the testosterone. I’ve even heard of asexuals who decide they’re not anymore once they start testosterone. As I said in the earlier part, starting t is puberty: electric boogaloo. You might start to question your sexuality, and that’s okay! It’s all apart of figuring out who you are.

6. Clitoris growth

This is a bit uncomfortable to talk about but I feel like it’s important. I was told about clit growth but I had no idea what it was supposed to look like. You basically grow a mini dick (some people call it a t dick)

This, like all of the other effects, come by slowly. By the 4th month it will be noticably larger. Be prepared for more growth within the next few years of being on testosterone. So far it’s relieved my bottom dysphoria!

That’s about it! Thank you for reading and I hope your transition journey goes well!💕

#ftm positivity #ftm #ftnb #testosterone #pre t #trans male #nonbinary #trans masc #sorry for all the tags

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Something about self love

Here’s the thing that has been roaming my mind last night for almost a whole night. I don’t know why but I feel I should write this down.

It’s about self love and I know, you rolled your eyes and just went “we know this already.”- yeah, probably you do but just hear me out.

Everybody always talks about loving yourself first. That when you start to love yourself, you’ll be able to see everythng more beautiful and love others more deeply. That’s what most posts and most people say but nobody really tells you how to do it or if you even ever loved yourself. Do you love yourself? Did you ever?

People make you insecure, you become insecure and you hate those insecurities of you. Everybody has been there, everybody still is there but you know what? All those insecurities are so NORMAL.

Becasue you know this: you know that every individual has a different skin structure, different hair structure, nail structure and appereantly, genetics are a thing. And when somebody tells you they do this to get rid of their acne, or they use this product to soften their hair- that doesn’t necesserally imply to you.

You see this person with flawless skin and pretty long hair but you don’t really know what this person goes through to get that. Or they have a body so beautifully shaped- like an hourglass or something but that’s not you. She/ he was born with an hourglass shape, you could have been born with a triangle shape body or pear-like body. So you cannot compare yourself to other people, especially if that person is a celebrety with tons of money and tons of operations behind. You can’t compare yourself to them as much as they cannot compare themselves to you.

Your insecurities are there and if you have acne, consider it normal. It’s natural, especially if you’re going through a puberty or you are over-stressed or you have a disease. It is natural. It is normal. You are not the only one. It’s the same with body shape, body fat, body length, body in genereal. Maybe your legs are stocky and your upper body is slender and that’s confusing you. Your hands could be too small but someone else’s could think that their hands are too big and yours just look so perfect. And then you have the skin colour. Some tan quicker, some just turn into tomatoes. Some people have skin disorders and they are so insecure about it because what if other people make fun of you because of it. Yeah, well they probably will. You can’t stop those assholes but you also have to know that their perspective doesn’t reach into your background. They don’t know what you’re dealing with and their opinion shouldn’t matter at all because it’s your skin, not theirs. It’s your body, not theirs. Every insecurity you have is yours to deal with and not theirs but you will deal with it. You can get rid of it but only if you accept it as something normal- as something natural. We all have blisters, we all have bad hair days, we all have acne and pimples and stretch marks and whatever else there comes but let me tell you that once you accept it as part of yourself, you’ll understand just how powerful those insecurities can make you.

I’ve been insecure of my hands all my life. Baby hands, big and chubby and I used to hate them and I am so insecure about them but you know what. My dad and uncle have them (they are twins) and my nana had them and it’s genetic. I can’t help what genes I get. I wish I had my mom’s pretty green eyes genes but I have black- brown eyes and I love them. I wish I had my sister’s fast metabolism and sknny genes but guess what, my body is stocky, my legs have celulite, my arms, breasts and back has stretch marks but you want to know why? Because when I got sick I lost 10 kg in a week and a half. It happened and I can’t heal that now. I just can’t. It’s too late to heal it, so I accepted it and I like it because it makes my body much more beautiful. I have dry corners of my lips and now I found out that it could be beause of dehidration, too much sugar, too much alcohol, no vitamin intake, iron deficienty or however that is spelled. Guess I have to take care of my body for it to take care of me back.

You know what I didn’t know until like... January this year. I didn’t know people preffered me with no makeup. They said that I’m so much better without makeup and I was like why? I have pimples and acne and look like a frog- and they were said I’m dumb to think that because I always thought everybody else thought my sister was prettier than me because she is skinny and she puts makeup on and she has nice big teeth and amazing curly hair but everybody, even she said to me that I look so pretty with and without makeup. They said that they like my natural look, you know when I don’t put foundation to hide my delicate red skin. However, everybody does hate my puffy hair. They wild and realy hard to handle but I always hated to iron my hair, even if it does make me prettier, I decided to learn to do head braids. Like side head braids, one brain from the top of my head and if you just saw this guys face when he saw me doing it without looking in the mirror. Boy, did I impress him all because I didn’t want to iron my hair, actualyl accepted the wilderness of my hair and started to deal with it in different ways. And you know what’s the funny part? I always used to think people were so bothered by the pimple on the side of my head or my red tomato face after we ran in sports class but they could give less. A classmate called me a tomato once but later he said that I look so adorable with all that redness on my face. I have small teeth and I hate smiling but man do people like my teeth for some odd reason. They are not even white- like not that celebrety white because guess what? I don’t have the money to buy shit that makes them white but people don’t care because when I smile my eyes appereantly go super smiley and it’s adorable. They like my insecurities. Girls see my big boobs that kill my back and jump out of my bra but they are like with thes large wide eyes, going: “Your boobs are so big and perfect.” and my sister used to make me insecure becuase of them but guess what my mom said? -God didn’t give you this much boobs to hide them. You got them, so show them and I did and appereantly people like big boobs. So in a shell, my sister’s perspective became my perspective on my big breasts, thinking they are deformed and too big and ugly because of that but you know what, idc what she thinks because when I put that bra on and that shirt on and my boobs become beautiful! My big hands actually can have a ring and my stretchmarks look so gorgeous when I tan.

So, yeah.... self love can to some people be overrated but once you do love yourself, you get to see just how underrated self love really is because once you accept yourself for who you are and stop lookign what other people think or see in you, you just feel this lightness about yourself and you want to see what would happen if instead of that clothing, you buy the one everybody tells you it won’t suit you. Or instead of the soft pink lipstic you try the daring red one. Or if guys grow out hair because they have just wanted to do that for a long time but people kept telling them guys can’t have man buns or long hair. LIKE HELO?! I never thought long hair woud suit my cousin so much. Never! He looks like a fucking model and it still makes me wonder how tf he still does not have a gf.

I just want you to see how much potential you have. To see how beautiful you are once you see it for yourself because once you accept yourself, you’ll get this light inside of you that will only wow other people more. You are beautiful once you decide to see it.

#self love #self confidence #love #beauty

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