Summary: Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to
see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.
Notes: Inspired by this ask. I don’t do power imbalance, so
nothing happens until Derek is out of Stiles’ class. Also, while there are
mentions of porn, there is no actual smut in this. Sorry. (On AO3)
When Stiles pushes open the doors to the lecture hall, it’s
completely empty. He blinks down at his watch in surprise, and realizes he made
the walk across campus faster than he realized. There’s always an adjustment
period at the beginning of every semester, where he figures out where his
classrooms are and how long it’ll take to get there.
Well, he might as well utilize this time, then. He sits at
the desk at the front of the room, and gets back to writing his proposal for a
class on the influence of society on gender.
He gradually hears students come in as he works, but he
keeps focused, because he knows he has at least another ten minutes before
But when he hears a student ask, “Hey, are you the
professor?” he has to look up, and he begins to wish he’d done it a lot sooner.
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Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!
I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.
I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.
I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.
I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.
I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.
I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.
I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.
The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.
So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.
In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.