It pisses me off so much how in the books Parvati and Lavender are just pidgeon-holed as ‘fashion obsessed hair heads’ for most of the books?
I mean, they might not be, but that was the impression pre-teen!me got from reading the books?
And now I’m all … okay, okay Hermione is awesome and we all know it.
But that doesn’t mean Lavender and Parvati are stupid just because they are geared differently from Hermione.
Fashion is hella hard and it requires a lot of memorization and attention to detail? And honestly Lavender and Parvati seem to be pretty nice people, in the little glimpses we get of them?
And all I want is Harry, following the Weasley without getting noticed (because he is used to sneaking around without disturbing people or attracting their attention, owing to the Dursley for that) and getting through the barrier and on the train.
And Lavender’s father helping him out with his baggage, jokingly asking him to keep an eye on his little girl? You seem like a good lad, my Lavender is the most beautiful girl, I need a strong gentleman to keep an eye out until she gets to Hogwarts and she starts to learn magic, so are you up to it?
Which is, of course, not true. Lavender has been going to self-defense lessons for years.
But the man noticed that this was a little kid with no parents around, looking all alone.
He thought 'hey, maybe I can stick him with my kid and they’ll make friends’
(btw, as Lavender is not, as far as I know, confirmed as pureblood in canon, I am going with half-blood or muggleborn for her, I’m thinking muggleborn for this specific AU?)
And Lavender is all “Daddy!” and apologizing to Harry for her dorky dad the moment he is out of the door.
And very nicely avoiding to comment on his clothes because she knows how it feels to be conscious of how your clothes look on you and it’s clear to her eyes that the way Harry is dressed he is probably from some orphanage or something because those are huge hand me downs.
(Because fuck you 90s, being fashion conscious doesn’t mean you are an elitist bitch).
And her parents are looking at her from the Platform and instead of asking about Harry’s life, not wanting to put him on the spot, Lavender waves to them and starts talking to Harry all “Those are my parents, they are so fascinated with the idea of magic and what I will learn at Hogwarts, I can’t wait to write to them all about the castle. My dad works in an office as an accountant and my mother has a column in –” Insert popular teen magazine for 90s UK.
And Harry is a bit overwhelmed but Lavender isn’t staring at him, she is not forcing him to talk and she looks nice.
So he kind of starts to tell her about the Dursely y'know, not like he did with Ron about how terrible they are, but about Vernon working for Grunnings (Lavender giggles and says 'Oh I am so sorry but it just sounds like a really silly name? Grunnings.’ and she tries to stretch the word a bit and Harry laughs a little and says yes, because it does sound silly the way she’s saying it, he just had never thought about it. 'I think it’s Swedish or something’ he offers and Lavenders nods sagely because yes, that makes sense) and how Petunia lives at home and reads all sort of gossipy papers, but not teen ones so sorry, he has never seen Lavender’s mom’s column.
And then the door to their compartment open and Parvati and Padma’s mother (I don’t know if they are pureblood but I’m headcanoning them as pureblood for this one) politely asks if there’s space for two more girls and when Lavender and Harry, after looking at each other, agree, Madam Patil levitates their trunks in (much to the amazement of Harry and Lavender) and settles them above and then guides her daughters in.
She introduces them, putting her hands on her shoulders, cautions her girls to not get wand-happy and wishes everyone a happy Hogwarts year and then leaves them there, going back to the Platform to join her husband and tell him how she left their daughters in the presence of Harry Potter.
“He looked dreadful. Hard up at the very least. I think you should look into his family situation. His clothes, at the very least, were terrible.” She murmurs, softly. “I am sure our girls will adopt him before the ride is over, so you should look forward to hearing about him in their letters.”
Her husband, who knows all about his beloved’s wife tendency to take people under her wing and adopt dangerous animals and fell in love with her for it (as well as for other qualities she has) because he’s very much the same, smiles fondly at her for the last bit and nods seriously at the first one.
It doesn’t matter who the boy is. Well it does, because Harry Potter of course, but it also doesn’t matter because no child should be mistreated.
Also it’s kind of strange that Harry Potter would look hard up, considering it’s common knowledge his parents left him handsomely provided for, full tuition to Hogwarts already paid.
Lavender gushes about how beautiful the Patil twins are, which immediately conquers Parvati, who gushes right back at Lavender’s sparkly accessories.
(Look, I might be wrong because this was the UK and not Italy, and if I am please let me know, but I was a child in the 90s, I bought italian teen magazines, sparkly shit taped to the cover under a plastic sleeve was the shit with fashionable people.)
Of course the moment Harry introduces himself, the Parvati twins try really hard not to goggle, though they do look at his scar, and then Parvati starts asking a storm of questions about where he grew up, whether the Harry Potter adventure books right about all he did since he was a child, if not that what did he do since beating You-Know-Who.
Harry 'Do you mean Voldemort?’ is greeted by soft gasps, right until Lavender asks 'Who?’ and then Parvati starts telling her all about the horrible Voldemort and how Harry and his parents saved them all from that monster.
Padma’s brain on the other hand is whirring and she is the one who reassures Harry that he will do just as fine as everybody else, when he says that.
Lavender and Parvati interrupt their convo because Lavender needs to assure to Harry that she’s muggleborn too, so they will have to learn together and he will be just on par with her, while Parvati explains that magical kids do get a leg up because some of them are allowed to practice at home but that really, she will make sure Harry is up to date with everything that is 'stupefy’ about the magical world.
At which point, Lavender asks what 'stupefy’ means and Padma explains that it’s the stunning spell, so don’t say it while pointing your wand at anyone and Parvati adds that it means, well, the most stunning things around.
(What? Wizarding children should have their own slang).
So by the point Hermione and Neville come by, the group as already made the first basic ties and while Neville is greeted and introduced by Padma and Parvati to the rest of the group, Hermione goes on fine right until she hears Harry’s name.
Padma and Parvati thinks it’s … whatever wizarding equivalent is there of gauche, that Hermione would throw that torrent of words at Harry and just … presume to know about him.
Lavender is just hella protective of her new friend.
Tightly knit protective of Harry formation is achieved in 0.2 seconds.
Neville, who has been around other pureblood children but has been condescended upon by most of them (not Padma and Parvati, given that Parvati will stick up for him later on, but still, it was a general tendency towards a potential squib) has found in Hermione one person who has been nice to him to the point of going out of her way to help him look for his embarrassing toad, so he gets protective of Hermione right back.
So basically, Parvati tells Hermione that she should not barrage people with informations like that, Neville replies timidly that Hermione didn’t mean anything bad, she just like quoting sources, Lavender tells Harry that he doesn’t have to worry, they’ll look up all that stuff when they get to Hogwarts, Hermione gets huffy because of course she didn’t mean anything bad, she just thought Harry would know about that stuff, Padma asks why Hermione would think that when Harry has been raised in the muggle world, Neville goggles at the news that Harry was raised in the muggle world.
It’s a mess.
And then Draco Malfoy arrives, because he’s been making the rounds of the train to look for Harry Potter (saying hi to family allies on the way).
I am not sure who says what to whom for most of the ‘chat’ but what I am sure of is that by the end of it, Neville and Hermione are going to be best friends forever and an united front against snobby purebloods, Padma has icily informed 'Mister Malfoy’ that she will be writing to her father about how low the raising standards of the Malfoy have fallen to produce Draco as a result, in response to a snipe Draco made about telling his father about the Patil twins and the rabble they are sticking with, Parvati has informed Crabbe and Goyle that she had not thought they were better than this but they definitely need to find themselves friends who don’t just treat them like dumb muscle and Lavender has vowed to herself that it doesn’t matter to her how cute Draco Malfoy is or how attractive his silver hair are she will spell his hair and robes to look like something an 80s hairband groupie would wear, just as soon as she learns the necessary spells.
To make it simple, battle lines have been drawn, metaphorical blood has been spilled on all sides and the Harry-Lavender-Parvati-Padma friendship has been set in stone.
Ron, if you are curious about him, found a compartment that had Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas in it and spent a really amazing first ride to Hogwarts.
They both made sure Dean knew how Gryffindor was the best house there ever is and then they explained Quidditch to him and became fascinated when Dean explained football (to americans: soccer) to them, especially once Dean started sketching out schemes and stuff.
There are too many players, but it looks like exactly the kind of team effort chasers have to put together only spread through eleven people and that’s just wow.
Reaction when during concert their little child run up on star with tears and saying something like"daddy this song is beatiful,you sing perfect" and starts crying and hugging him and all ARMYS make one sound like “owwwh cute” and kid gets shy🙈
So I’ve decided to just come up with Korean names for each of their kids. I feel like that makes it a little more personalized, rather than just putting Y/K/N. Also, my name is Sarah. I’m American and only know a small amount of Korean, so if I screw up these names somehow…I am so sorry and please politely correct me lol. Enjoy!
I kind of wonder if Taehyung picked those names for his future children because Taekwon sounds like Tae Kwon Do…Taekwon literally means “kick hand”
You were having trouble controlling your three year old, Taekwon, as he toddled around backstage, huge red earphones covering his ears from the noise of the concert. You brought him with often to BTS concerts, because he enjoyed being able to watch his dad, his uncles, and look at all the bright lights. Although normally, he wasn’t this nuts. Jimin’s wife must’ve given Taekwon a Popsicle or something earlier that day, because your kid was bouncing off the walls.
Whenever they preformed Spring Day, it would get everyone onstage emotional. Taekwon knew his dad’s voice - and would always ask you to pick him up and point out Taehyung singing his part in Spring Day. This time was no different, because your baby tugged on your pant leg and threw his arms up.
“Where daddy?” Taekwon asks in his baby voice, his hands gesturing out and his shoulders shrugging. You smile and point at the figure across the stage. Taekwon looks, struggles in your arms before you put him down and turn to grab a water bottle from the cooler on the floor.
As you’re digging in the ice for a cold bottle, you hear a huge chorus of “aww”’s coming from the stage, and the boys laughing. Securing yourself a water bottle and turning around, you glance up and notice that your son is not where you left him - and has run out onto the stage into his dad’s arms. You watched with a hand covering your mouth as Taehyung crouches to catch his son and hoists him up on his hip.
“Your singing is nice!” You hear your son say loudly into Taehyung’s microphone, and laughter rumbles throughout the arena.
“Thanks, buddy. Can you sing a song for us?” Taehyung asks, expecting his son to blurt out the words to Spring Day, but Taekwon begins to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star instead, which makes the entire arena resound with sounds of adoration.
Twins. You and Suga never expected them in the first place, and it’s been a wild four years with them. Their birthday was soon, and you still remember the day they were born - Min Yoon-Shik first then Min Gi-Dae second.
The twins became more like their dad everyday, and you’d find the sisters singing along to all of BTS’ songs, and would try their hardest to rap alongside their dad in each song. They’d even try to learn the choreography - and while Suga wasn’t all that bad, the girls seemed to have gotten your side of the family: because there wasn’t a dancing bone in your body.
It was BTS’ last concert before they ended their latest tour, and you had decided to take the girls to this one to watch their dad preform. To say the least, the twins were extremely excited and kept their eyes focused on Suga the entire time. They even began copying his lyrics as he rapped them.
At the end of the concert, the boys sang Spring Day and had rose petals raining down on them, and the twins thought it was hilarious. Yoongi looked over to the side of the stage and an instant smile grew on his face at the sight of his baby girls, and he ushered the twins to come out on stage. Yoon-Shik and Gi-Dae looked at each other, then back at you for permission, then ran off onto the bright stage towards their dad.
“Can you teach us the dances for the songs?” Gi-Dae asked as Yoongi hoisted both her and her sister up in each arm. The entire arena sighed in awe, the other boys laughing at how cute Yoongi’s twins were.
“Ask Uncle Hobi for that,” Suga laughed jokingly, then kissed his daughters cheeks before setting them down. “Run along, I’ll see you in a few minutes loves.” He said aloud, before gently giving them little pats on their backs before turning around and thanking ARMY.
Jihyun was just like his father.
It wasn’t even funny - you swear you had no part in making your son because Jihyun was a spitting image of Jimin. It’s as if someone put Jimin in the copier and spit out Jihyun - all the same features and personality, just a different name, and much younger.
Jimin would often times take Jihyun to the studio because the five-year old loved watching the dance practices. Towards the end, Jimin would grab his son and teach him the moves - and his son would execute them almost perfectly. He was gifted, just like Jimin, and everyone saw it.
“Jihyun, stay here.” You said to your son, who was standing in the middle of the exit to the stage, watching his dad and uncles jump around as they began I Need U. Jihyun didn’t acknowledge your words, but tried his hardest to keep up with the minimal choreography he knew. It was adorable watching him spin around and trip over his feet - but he was better than any other five year old dancer you’ve seen (okay, maybe you were a little biased).
You didn’t realize it until you looked over on the TV screen to see your son just off to the left of the stage, visible to ARMY but behind the boys. Jihyun didn’t notice that he had veered too far onto the stage, and was too busy twirling around and singing along to I Need U to hear the ARMYs cooing.
You watched Jimin spin around when the song was done and lock his eyes on his son, immediately bursting into laughter and walking briskly over to Jihyun.
“Jihyun, you’re giving everyone a show!” Jimin laughed, scooping up his son and bringing him to the front. The five year old looked miraculously at his father but began to enjoy being on stage with his uncles, who all came over and ruffled his hair.
“I’m gonna be like you one day,” Jihyun said with a bright smile while looking up at his dad. Jimin threw his head back in laughter and appreciation while the ARMYs in the crowd continued to awe.
“I’m sure you will be, bud.”
Just like that - Hokyong was out of your sight and ran right into her dad’s arms. The two year old was the most excitable, energetic kid you had ever come to know, but you’d never trade that for the world.
When Hokyong saw her dad, she would never hesitate to run over and hug him. It was just Hokyong’s thing - she’d laugh and toddle towards Hoseok with a big, toothy grin on her face. Your husband would just laugh right with her and cuddle his daughter in his arms.
“Look who has joined us today!” J-Hope said brightly into the microphone, glancing at his baby girl as she peered around with her hand stuck in her mouth. “Can you wave, Hokyong?” Her dad said, gently prying the hand out of the baby girl’s mouth.
Hokyong looked out into the crowd then shyly buried her face into her daddy’s shoulder, earning a huge, booming sound of adoration from the fans. The boys just laughed, Jimin coming over and patting your daughter’s back before looking back at you and shooting a thumbs up. You stood at the curtain watching, getting emotional at how perfect your little family was.
“Alright, baby. We have to finish the show, say bye-bye!” J-Hope said, putting the toddler down and grabbing her hand. Hokyong waved to the crowd before J-Hope walked her back to the side of the stage, kissing your lips before handing the baby back to you.
“My perfect girls,” he said, winking, before hoping back to his spot on stage and beginning BS&T.
Your’s and Jungkook’s daughter had just turned a year old. She’d just began walking as well, and you decided to bring her to the last concert of the tour to celebrate her birthday with all the boys afterwards.
Jungmee was extremely intelligent, but very quiet and reserved. The baby girl had been a daddy’s girl from the beginning - always reaching for Jungkook when she was upset or wanted to be held. It was no surprise that Jungkook was the best dad in the world: he admitted he was nervous at first but seeing him with your baby girl was heart melting.
You sat with your daughter in your lap`as she stared out onto the stage, and from time to time, Jungkook would glance over and wave at you and Jungmee - winking and making silly faces. Finally, towards the end of the concert, you could tell your baby was getting tired. She was crabby, crying and struggling to get out of your arms, but whining when you but her down.
When you put her down on the floor for what must’ve been the 100th time, you hoped she would somehow fall asleep despite the music echoing around the arena. Jungmee was sobbing now, screaming incoherent words as she had a tantrum right then and there. You sighed and over the course of 15 minutes, you picked her up and rocked her, tried to console her with a bottle and then resorted to just swaying back and forth with her in your arms as she screamed.
Jungkook must’ve noticed, and had watched you struggle to keep Jungmee calm. With a smile playing on his lips, he jogs over and stands in front of you, placing his hands under the arms of your daughter before taking Jungmee into his arms. She stops screaming, of course, but still hiccups as leftover tears roll down her cheeks.
“W-what are you doing?” You stammered.
“I want everyone to sing her happy birthday. It was going to be at the end of the concert, but it looks as if you could use a break..” He said, giving you a little smile as he walked back off onto the stage, looking adorable as he held Jungmee in one arm.
“It’s Jeon Jungmee’s birthday…I think we should sing happy birthday, don’t you think?” Jungkook says, bouncing the now happy, tearless baby girl. The entire arena erupted, singing happy birthday to your little girl. By the time Jungkook came over and handed her back to you with a kiss on the cheek, Jungmee smiled as she drifted off as you held her against your shoulder.
Namsang was the sweetest baby girl on the earth - except when she threw The Tantrum. Your baby girl wasn’t spoiled - not by you at least, since Namjoon always decided to bring the three year old little presents and toys home - but when Namsang pulled The Tantrum, all hell broke loose.
So the little girl decided to pull The Tantrum at the worst time possible - just as Namjoon kissed both of you and ran out on stage with the boys. Namsang reached out after him as he hopped away, her lip curling into a pout as she began to cry. As the boys were jumping around and dancing to their opening song on stage, you turned your back and tried to bounce your daughter into calming down.
Namsang began to kick and try to pull away, and after 10 minutes of fighting her, you set her down. You sat down in the chair beside the stage and rubbed your hand over your face, already all of your energy spent. This is what was bad about bringing a three year old to a three hour long concert - you never knew what would set off another screaming-fest.
When you opened your eyes again, you didn’t even realize your daughter was gone from your sight. You were just relieved that the screaming stopped - and then noticed that something was missing. Frantically, you searched around, behind curtains, under tables and in the surrounding rooms, until you heard Namjoon talking on stage.
“Namsang! Come here,” Namjoon said, and you turned your attention to the CCTV streaming the concert. The camera was pointed at Namjoon with his arms wide open, crouching down to catch his daughter in his arms. Namsang ran into her dad’s arms, earning louds screams from the fans.
“Aw, baby girl, what are you upset about?” Namjoon asks, wiping the tears from your daughter’s face with a small chuckle, picking her up and holding her close.
“I didn’t w-want you to leave, daddy.” Namsang said, sniffling. The other boys covered their mouths to hide their laughter while Namjoon just turned his head and said, “Aw, I’m sorry. But you’re here now, right? You don’t have to worry, baby.”
There wasn’t a time in your house that nobody was singing. Someone always had a song stuck in their head, and your four year old, Jinhee, was no exception.
Seokjin was constantly teaching her the lyrics to various BTS songs, and she always begged to attend every concert her dad performed at. She loved singing along to I Need U, and Spring Day. Jinhee tried to dance to Not Today, but when she’d trip over her feet, Seokjin would tell her to keep trying her hardest.
Another thing Jinhee did was get emotional. At four years old, you would think she didn’t understand anything her dad and uncles were singing about, but oh man, she did. The little girl would ask what was wrong and why the people they were singing about were leaving in Spring Day.
You had left Jinhee standing at the entrance to the stage while you left to grab a snack from the waiting room. She was usually very obedient, and would listen to you when you told her to stay there. Although, when you walked back Jinhee was not where you had left her. You dropped the fruit snack you had snagged for her and immediately looked out on stage - and saw her running behind all the boys and heading straight for her dad.
“Daddy!” She hiccuped, and there were tears that ran down her cheeks. Seokjin turned around, eyes going wide at the sight of his daughter rushing towards him. He crouched down and held Jinhee in his arms, and you saw him wiping away her tears as he began to talk to her.
“Hey, what are you doing out here? Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice.
“I-I, the song is sad,” Jinhee cried, burying her face in her dad’s shoulder. Jin closed his eyes and laughed, picking her up and facing the crowd. The entire stadium was a mixture of laughing and cooing, and Jin waved before heading back to the side of the stage to put Jinhee down by you.
“Don’t cry, okay? I love you, stay with mommy.” Seokjin said, kissing his daughter’s forehead before looking at you with a small smile.
uhhh but guys u know how louis’s voice was quiet in that video?? well what if harry and the smol twins were sleep on the other side of the room,,,.. like they fell asleep watching the brits bc they were playing with their brother/brother in law all day, so by the time evening/night came around they were all tuckered out. and louis didn’t have the heart to wake them up bc they all looked cute :( and :( soft :( so he posted the video (after taking 1000 photos of the kids all snuggled around harry) and then what if he woke harry up with soft kisses all over his face and he’s just like, “we won, love” and then harry, who is still v soft and sleepy, kisses him fr and is like “of course we did.” so they properly get the kiddos settled in bed, and then harry finally gets around to tweeting (after sending a bunch of thank u texts and emojis to liam) when him and louis get settled down in their room like um does anyone else wanna Pass Out Right Now or????
Summary: Sometimes one little moment can change everything…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 1370
Warnings: Um, lemme think. A smudge of angst and a very brief mention on nigthmares in the beginning. And then it’s all fluff. Fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff and fluff. Okay. I’ll shut up now.
Author’s Note: So, this oneshot that was supposed to be a drabble (I tried, I swear) was inspired by a conversation I had with my twin about how cute Dean looks in the gif below (it’s not even surprising at this point, I know.) Anyway, the story took a life of its own after that.
So. Enjoy <3
(Gif used is not mine. You can find it right here.)
It’s a habit really.
One of those stupid little routines you can’t and
don’t really want to quit, although
it’s a bit more substantial than drinking coffee at midnight or always reading
your favorite book with a cup of hot chocolate nearby.
It started a few of months ago, after you and the
Winchesters had returned from a nasty vampire hunt in New Orleans, and it’s
been happening ever since, but neither you or Dean ever talk about it and Sam
probably doesn’t even know.
That’s not what matters though.
What really matters is that Dean Winchester has
It’s been going on for years, the ordeals coming and
going in the stillness of the night without warning. If he’s lucky, they’re
just a few horrible pictures that vanish as soon as he opens his eyes, but if not, then they take him away with them, drown him in tides of loss and
despair and leave him so broken that you find it hard to put the fragments back
together without missing a piece afterwards.
Most of the times, he comes to you. He shuffles through
the hallway quietly and leans against your door, waiting for even breaths and
youthful smiles. When he’s sure you’re asleep, he gently climbs into the covers and
wraps his arms around you, lips on your forehead in a warm kiss, while words like G’night, sweetheart and Thank God you’re okay, kid make their
way into the duskiness of the room.
Sometimes though, the creaky sound of the door and the
light padding wakes you up the moment he gets inside. These are the nights Dean
will look at you like a puppy caught doing something it wasn’t supposed to and
murmur a flustered apology, gaze drifting from your eyes to the floor until you
tell him to shut up and c’mere already,
pulling him to you. And when you curl up next to his side, body pressed against
his firmly, all of his apologies and all of his reticence go away.
But then, there are nights like tonight, nights when
you’re the one that tiptoes to his bedroom in silence –just to make sure he’s okay.
parent!au: park jimin A single father of twins show you the true meaning of family and what it takes to love like a parent, even if they aren’t your own. word count: 6,172 genre: fluff// future angst? ?? warnings: explicit language
[A/N]: thank you to all who have given me such amazing support and messages about this story! small things like that really encourage me to keep writing and ive achieved a word count i never thought i’d reach for a chapter ! there is a little less of the twins in this, but a good surprise towards the end. also i apologize for the confusing storyline//timeline i’m still trying to work out how to transition between days and fast forwarding
It seemed like forever since the awkward dinner. He acted completely normal the next morning, scarring you deeper. You couldn’t look at him the same, all you saw was Jen. The scene of Jimin’s sparkling eyes while he spoke to her replayed in your head. It was difficult being his friend and not getting jealous at what you thought could’ve been.
Conflicted. That was what you felt prior to the dinner. You thought it was okay to get closer to them because you genuinely loved the twins. You wished to care for them and spend moments outside of school. But then you met Jen. She does things for them like that. In the end, you didn’t feel confused. Jen destroyed your feelings.
While things with Jimin were simmering down, Kim’s life began spiraling. You tried to be there for support and not mope around about your small crush. Her father, your uncle, had suffered a stroke and was rushed into the hospital two nights after the dinner.
Kim rarely panics in any type of scenario, so seeing her frantically throwing her clothes into a suitcase after barely hearing what she was saying over the phone, completely scared you. It meant that it was really bad and she absolutely needed to be there. You supported her decision, however, you felt worrisome about the sudden leave.
“Are you sure it’s okay to leave on such a short notice?” You tried to fast walk to keep up with her.
“I have no choice. It’s a family emergency. The school said that they’ve had shorter notices. I’ve never met a substitute before, so I’m putting you in charge of holding down the fort.” She jumped into her driver’s seat and rolled down her window. “I’ll be back before you know it. Don’t let the substitute walk over you, you are only required to do minimal work.”
“I can handle more, you just refuse to give it to me.” You figured a bad attitude wasn’t what she needed right now. “But don’t worry. I got it. Whoever it is can’t be that bad.”
You regretted what you said the following day. You got to the classroom and a woman stood over Kim’s desk with black, shiny pumps supporting her feet. Her pencil skirt outlined every curve and her voluminous curly hair fell at her waist. Her red lips filled majority of her face and her eyelashes reached her eyebrow. She was the definition of a hot teacher, or some chick you’d see at the club.The only problem was that she was teaching six year olds and not college men.
Summary: You attend Coachella with the twins and Cameron. It doesn’t go the way you had expected it to. Word Count: 3,612 Warnings: None. A/N: Let’s all drink (OJ of course) to Coachella and for 2 more days of delicious looking outfits. Also, I had such a hard time focusing on writing this. So many things were distracting me so I hope this turned out good. x (Title from the song Wolfie by Golden Features.)
You groaned loudly as you hopped out of the car, pushing past Ethan to get out; desperate to stretch your legs. Ethan mumbled incoherently, not too happy with being woken up from his nap and Grayson jumped out right after you, raising his arms high up in the air and letting out a moan. You couldn’t help but laugh, walking around the car to where Cameron had popped the trunk open, already lugging her bag out.
The ride to Palm Springs hadn’t been all too painful, but Cam had insisted on listening to Mike Posner while Grayson argued over wanting to listen to some “hype music” as he’d so nicely put it. They’d fought over the AUX cord for thirty whole minutes and you’d already developed a headache by the time you were out on the road; Ethan curled right beside you as he napped through the commotion.
what to expect when you’re expecting AU I guess? @starcoweek3
I just wanted to do something cute for the *sniff* last *sniff* day, so this happened. Marco being a total mess and having to deal with a pregnant Star .. is just a very funny thing to imagine. I just love the idea of them having twins, they both get to name one of the kids! And once they’re born, Marco is all concerned for Star and she’s all like LOOK AT THOSE CUTE LITTLE THINGS THAT JUST CAME OUT OF ME LOOK AT THEIR SQUISHY FACES OH MY
At this point, I wanna take a moment to appreciate the host of this beautiful event - thank you so much for commenting and sharing all of this amazing content! That’s a huge effort and I can’t even begin to put into words how grateful I am that I was finally able to be a part of this!
I got so happy every time I saw your comments on my art, so thank you .. and see you in 6 months! (:
• dude he’d probably meet you on social media when he sees you’re posting memes • but he’s like…that’s a girl and…she’s really pretty…so why is she posting about those damn Daniel memes still • he’s hella chill when you meet him, and is basically a walking, talking, breathing meme so you get along perfectly • him making you think he’s free before anything is set, and being upset at him bc Jackson decides to take them to Hong Kong the day you were supposed to hang out with Bam • “Sorry y/n, but he’s my hyung and I low key wanna see what his parents are like for him to be this way” • being extra af together • flexing on your ex’s together (flexing on everyone tbh, so much showing off) • laughing at memes together • both of you being giant memes and always try to get into whatever something new that’s trending • literally everyone thinks you’re dating but you’re just super close • jokingly calling himself your ‘man’ if another guy dares to get close to you • bc he’s hella protective and cautious when it comes to you, and thinks they all have bad intentions • trying to hook him up with some of your friends who think he’s cute • but aw poor puppy, he gets too shy and tells you he isn’t looking for a relationship • late-night drive thru adventures • where you’re eating nuggets and powdered donuts, talking about the universe • and how you must’ve been twins in another lifetime bc yall are so similar • him laughing at your lame jokes bc he always wants to be there for you (and your satisfied expression when you see someone laughing always gets him man, he’s emo) • sharing clothes • literally will rip your jeans or tear off one sleeve bc he thinks ‘this is the new trend’ • but he just wants you to act and look crazy with him in public so he doesn’t feel alone • *forgetting* his wallet so you’d always end up paying for his ice cream cone from the shop down the street • twerking with you and making you stop to record him looking hella aesthetic as he shakes his nonexistent booty to ‘bae bae’ • looking at pictures of cute guys and girls together, and stalking their instagram • him liking their post from like 2929393938383 weeks ago and you realize- • that’s your phone • and he’s logged in on your account • “I’m giving you a 2 seconds head start before I’m cutting all your Gucci slippers and breaking your Rolex, you little b-” • so reliable and his shoulder is always there for you to cry on • after teasing you for being sad lololol he’s just always happy around you and you sorta are the reason for that • he’d become v serious and talks about the hard work he goes through • and how sometimes it’s hard to not say “screw it” and give up • so you should cheer up bc you’ve got him and he’s not going anywhere anytime soon • “stop dabbing, you’re gonna get whiplash” • spoils you on your birthday and ONLY on your birthday • bc he thinks everyone should be treated like royalty on their birthday (esp him) • and probs buys you designer belts and turns up w/ you all night long • gets annoyed when the others get to know you better bc back off wth…she’s my best friend, get your own • giving you a dirty look when you compliment one of the members and tell him they look cute • gives you the cold shoulder until you apologized and tell him that he’s the only ‘man’ in your life • crying together over movies and TV shows that you’re both watching • like he’d be on tour and you just finished this episode and you gotta tell him what happened… • “bam, she dies!!!! *sniff* her brother kills her-” • hangs up on you and doesn’t speak to you until he’s gotten over his grudge and gets caught up with the episodes • buys you hella makeup when he’s away, and hides it all over your house when he comes back just to see you struggle in excitement as he’s smirking • teasing you all the mf time, but he just loves you to death and only wants to see you happy • honestly…this is goals on so many levels, and we all need a best friend like this hamster 🐹
loved to mess with his older sister’s stuff, much to her frustration. He would
always hide her belongings just to watch her freak out. He got a kick out of
her storming around the house and yelling “don’t touch my stuff, you little brat” as she looked for whatever he took
from her. One day, she grew fed up with Danny’s behavior and decided to teach
him a lesson. She had a goth friend who was super into witchcraft and hexes,
and she asked her to come over and lay a trap for her brother. She knew he
would try to hide whatever new item she flaunted around the house, so she had
her friend place a hex on a new red hairclip and wore it around the house,
making sure Danny saw her wearing it. She placed it right on her dresser before
leaving the house to hang out with her friends, laying the perfect trap for
Danny. Little did she know that the curse was going to change both of their
waited until his sister was gone before sneaking into her room. He saw the
hairclip sitting alone on her dresser. He picked it up and examined it,
wondering what to do with it. Deciding to tease his sister a bit, be placed it
in his hair and pulled out his phone to take a selfie. It clicked satisfyingly
as it clipped his hair, but before he was able to snap a pic and send it to his
sister, he felt a wave of dizziness come over him. He looked in the mirror
above the drawer just in time to see his hair begin to grow. In a matter of
seconds, his hair had turned jet black and grown down to his waist. His scalp
tickled as his hair grew long and silky. For a second, he thought he was hallucinating,
but a moment after his hair stopped growing he could feel his body beginning to
stretch. With a sudden burst, he grew nearly six inches in height, stretching
his boyish clothes and revealing his maturing midriff. He watched himself in
the mirror as his abs tensed up, becoming toned and athletic. With a few
cracks, his shoulders and hips expanded outwards, tearing his already stretched
clothes. He wanted to scream for help, but he knew that his sister was gone and
his parents were still at work.
tattered clothes drifted off his rapidly maturing body, revealing the smooth,
pale skin that now covered his body. He looked over his new frame, realizing
that he looked strikingly feminine now. In fact, the longer he stared at his
changing body, the more he noticed how much he was beginning to look like his
sister. The revelation made him want to puke. He had always seen girls as some
strange creatures from another world, and the idea of becoming one was not
sitting well with him. Before he could ruminate on the idea of being a girl
more, he suddenly felt a tingling sensation coming from his nipples. He watched
his chest in the mirror as his nipples began to expand, growing larger and
darker, and beginning to protrude uncomfortably from his chest. He felt the
cool air of the room making his nipples harden, and while it seemed utterly
wrong, the feelings coming from his chest were undeniably pleasurable. He
suddenly let out a girly moan as he arched his back and pushed his chest
forward, watching in horror as two large breasts began to grow beneath his new
nipples. He knew that older girls had boobs, but he had always been grossed out
by them. Now he knew that he was definitely becoming a girl, and while the idea
of living in a girl’s body made him want to cry, he couldn’t help but moan
louder as his new breasts swung freely off his chest. The mounds of flesh on
his chest finally stopped growing, allowing to regain his composure as the
pleasure coming from his chest subsided. He was breathing heavily, still
disgusted by the weight hanging off his chest, but also noticing how much his
voice sounded like his sister’s. The thought of becoming his sister sent a
shiver up his spine, causing him to panic and plead to an empty room to make
these changes stop.
I don’t want to be a girl! I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have taken Stacey’s stuff! I
don’t want to be Stac- EEEYYYYYY!” he squealed in his sister’s voice as he felt
his butt beginning to inflate. He turned around and faced his ass to the
mirror, staring at the cute peach shape it had taken. He squeezed it briefly,
noticing how soft and round his butt cheeks were now, but quickly stopped as he
realized that he was touching his sister’s body. This all felt wrong, and he
would do anything to make it stop, but before he could do anything else he
suddenly felt another tingling sensation coming from his chest. He began to
sweat as he realized that girls have different parts between their legs. He
didn’t know what was about to happen, but he watched his crotch in terror as
his boy parts began to retract into his body. He felt his insides shifting
around, making room for a bunch of new organs that he didn’t even know the name
of. With a final slurp, he was left with a pair of fleshy lips between his legs
and an alien dampness that called for attention. He didn’t want to touch the
new thing between his legs, but the feelings it was sending through his body
couldn’t be ignored. It felt itchy, but in a weird, exciting way, like it
needed to be filled. Reluctantly, he reached a feminine hand down between his
legs and began to rub the moist lips where his member used to be. A flood of
pleasure coursed through his body as his fingers made contact with his new sex.
He knew it was wrong, that he was a boy, but these feelings were unimaginable.
He screamed in pleasure and plunged his fingers deep into his new clit, rubbing
the fleshy cavern between his legs and the pleasure continued to build. His
eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lost himself in pleasure. He could
only hear his moans and the schlicking sounds of his hand sliding in and out of
his new sex. He could feel his face shifting and cracking, becoming a perfect
replica of his sister’s, but he didn’t care at this point. The only thing he
cared about was the ecstasy coursing through his veins.
crash of a door closing shocked him back from the brink of orgasm. He regained
himself and looked at his body, disgusted with his actions, but reluctantly
wanting more. He looked at himself in the mirror, realizing that he was now an
exact copy of his sister, and realized he had to cover himself up before
whoever just entered the house saw him naked. Before he could find clothes to
put on, he heard someone rush up the stairs and burst into the room. It was
Brian, his sister’s boyfriend. He dropped his bookbag on the floor and smiled
upon seeing the naked girl standing there.
baby. I see you were too excited to wait for me,” Brian said, removing his
shirt and revealing a chiseled masculine body. His olive skin glistened in the
sunlight, and the sight of his attractive physique immediately made Danny’s
heart beat faster. He felt the dampness growing in his crotch again, but didn’t
know why. He wanted to run and hide, but Brian was blocking the only way out.
uhhh, I don’t know if we should…um…” Danny stammered as he frantically searched
wrong, Stephanie? Your sister is out with her friends and your parents won’t
come home for another few hours, right?”
recoiled as Brian said the name ‘Stephanie’, his mind filling with new memories
and personality traits. He tried to fight it, he didn’t want to be a girl and
didn’t want to like girly things, but the name ‘Stephanie’ kept growing louder
and louder in his head. The memories he had of playing action figures began to
transform into memories of playing dress-up with Barbie dolls. He tried to
think of his video game collection, but could only think of all the makeup he
had collected over the years. The shirts with comic book logos that he loved to
wear became cute dresses and skirts that revealed just enough to drive boys
crazy. As the thought of boys entered his head, his mind began to change even
faster. He didn’t want to think of boys, especially cute, shirtless,
musclebound boys, but the more he thought about it, the more excited he got,
and the more wet the area between his legs grew. Memories of the cute boys at
school messing around with him and caressing his body gave him goosebumps. He
suddenly remembered Stacy, his twin sister, and how jealous she was when Brian
started dating- NO! This wasn’t him! He was a boy, a nerdy little kid. This was
wrong! He felt like he was going to fall to his knees and cry, but to his
surprise he fell into the embrace of Brian’s arms. He wanted to scream, but he
looked up and locked eyes with the cute boy holding him and suddenly felt
laid the naked girl down on the bed without breaking eye contact. He gently
grabbed her legs and opened them. The young couple remained speechless, the
girl simply staring at Brian’s hardening cock as her legs opened, revealing her
tight, moist pussy. The last remnant of Danny’s old life exploded into oblivion
as Brian thrust his cock into her for the first time, sending a shockwave of
pleasure through her fertile body. She was Stephanie, Brian was her boyfriend,
and her twin sister Stacey was always being a bitch to her ever since she and
Brian had started dating. She knew Stacey was jealous of her boyfriend, but
that knowledge only made her hornier as they fucked on Stacey’s bed. Stephanie
threw her arms back and braced herself against the pillow as Brian continued to
pound her. She moaned in ecstasy as his dick filled her, shaking her sizeable
boobs with each thrust. The stench of sex filled the room, and she knew Stacey
would know about her playtime with Brian when she came home. With a final
thrust, Brian grunted as Stephanie screamed, both climaxing at the same time
before lying next to each other on the bed and smiling. The sweaty couple
cuddled, breathing sensually into each other’s faces as Stephanie reveled in the
feeling of her pussy being coated in Brian’s cum.
a cute hairclip, Steph,” Brian said, brushing the hair out of her face.
babe. It’s my sister’s,” she said with a wicked smile. She had never been
happier, and as the couple drifted blissfully to sleep, Stacey’s goth friend
was sitting quietly at the mall while Stacey shopped. She was still learning
about hexes, and had the sudden realization that she may have used the wrong
spell on Stacey’s hairclip…