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✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msunate​

Malia was never any good at hiding things from her older brother. Whether it was a broken game console or a scraped knee, Nate always seemed to know that there was something she wasn’t telling him. (If she hadn’t known any better, Malia would think he was psychic.) Even now, the fact that she had been avoiding him as of late was no different. Anytime she heard or saw him from a distance, Malia ran towards the opposite direction. She didn’t know how to confront her brother ever since the Queen Bee blast. 

What was said was far more exaggerated than the actual truth, and in hindsight, made a bigger deal of the situation that it actually was. But not long after, the same site reported her brother in a fight. Malia was smart enough to connect the dots to an extent. The younger Moon knew her brother just as well as he knew her. Being as protective as he is, there was no way he’d just let something like that slide. Malia was too ashamed to see him right away; she needed some time to gather her thoughts. And she was sure that he had felt the same way. Not only had texts exchanged between the two been less frequent, but they’d seemed a bit awkward on his part as well. 

w/ @msunate​ & @msulevi​

“did you have to wear the wig? aren’t you getting hot under it?” callie giggled into nate’s lips, her fingers brushing the fake blond locks aside to expose the other’s neck. the two had situated themselves in the shadows of where the school’s halloween party was being held, far enough away so they weren’t part of the huge crowd of students dancing but still pretty visible if anyone cared enough (they didn’t) to look around the piller they were currently up against -- not that they were hiding anyway.

with her back pressed against the cool marble and nate’s arms supporting her height between them, it would definitely raise a few eyebrows on what exactly their relationship was but they didn’t pay any mind. they were used to the affectionate touches, the familiarity between their movements, and how comfortable enough they were to even be like this in public. this was normal for something as casual as nate and callie. if anything at all, they were probably a little bit more handsy this time around considering the both of them had been drinking not too long ago.

but what’s wrong with a little bit of tipsy fun?

in between their kisses, callie lets out a small huff, frustrated with how the wig had gotten in the way yet again. she tried being nice about it too, allowing nate to wear it for at least this long. but now it had to go if they were going to get anywhere tonight. so without another word about it, she removed the wig from his head and allowed it to fall forgotten on the floor now giving her much more of a free range to work as she pleased. yes, this was definitely much better. 

giving him a mischievous smile, her lips began to move against his once more though her attention quickly turned to his side profile, her lips grazing lower and lower. she paused when she reached the crook of his neck and in the pondering of her buzzed haze, she lifted her head a bit to murmur into nate’s ear hoping that her words wouldn’t be drowned out by the deafening music surrounding them.

in @msunate‘s room.

“your shower’s better than mine.”

it’s his way of saying ‘thanks for letting me use it’ — and a reason for levi to think about switching his room to a single. at this point he doesn’t think alex would mind, considering his roommate’s been sexiled so often in the past few weeks that he’s probably thinking of ways to murder levi in his sleep. this time around though, nate’s room had been closer than his, so it’d only been the more logical choice for them to use it as their next sex location. ha. if anyone would’ve asked him if he’d ever be down to fuck nathaniel moon on the regular a week ago, he would’ve asked them if they’re joking. but here he is, in a room he’s never been in before, and here they are, fucking.

or, well, after fucking. things had gotten— uh, messy? for a lack of better word. his shirt had somehow become a victim to it; levi has no intention of wearing it again until it’d been through a washer. he’ll let nate take care of that though, it’s in the hamper somewhere. he’s about to comment on the state of nate’s bed when something else caught his gaze, and levi has to press his tongue to the inside of his cheek to suppress the grin that’s threatening to break free.

there’s a large bruise marking the spot in-between nate’s shoulder and neck. it’s recent, the color red and angry. huh. he doesn’t remember making that one. without really thinking about it, levi’s reaching over and pressing two fingers into the mark, almost to make sure it’s even there. yeah, part of it is curiosity, but it’s mostly the urge to be annoying. “oops. sorry.” but the look on his face says he’s anything but. he’d like to be there when moon explains this one to his friends.

1:1 with @msunate​

prompt #19 - swallow

Alec was in pain and he hated that feeling. Having spent the rest of the past day between the library and relieving his stress dancing, it was obvious his body was going to give up and it happened during this particular round, where he had just spent the past twenty minutes trying to help Miyu with her steps, that his back just cracked; yeah that was the only word he could use to describe the feeling of having sharp pins being thrown at him all at the same time, all aiming the same place.

After hearing his club buddies urging him to go to the infirmary, much to his discontent, after all he was co-president of that club and it was a shame to just leave everyone behind because he wasn’t careful enough. Even with all complaints, he couldn’t stay there any longer, for the pain was increasing and he certainly would need medication.

Lucky for him the only person that came to his mind was Nate. It was thursday, and judging by the time he would be at the hospital wing, doing whatever he did there to pass time. It had been quite some time since the two friends spoke to each other and Alec could blame all to himself, for being too focused on dealing with his father’s demands and also the beginning of a new school year.

He missed the old days when the two of them would spend more time exchanging messages, having nothing serious to worry about. It was a pity that now they were so close, they couldn’t keep their schedule.

As he approached the tallest doors of the Hospital Wing, he could hear the familiar voice of his friend, a smile showing up on Alec’s face as a sense of relief also took over; at least he would be in good hands, hands he could trust. But he stopped, a hand on the doorknob as soon as Nate’s voice broke his trail of thoughts.

“You have to swallow. Yes, swallow, trust me.”

Alec felt like one of those characters that are about to witness something really forbidden, but at the same time he wanted to surprise Nate, so much his pain was just forgotten momentarily.

” we better stock up on some knowledge here otherwise we’re going to get murdered by ghosts. “

@msunate

hyunki was a dedicated quidditch player. he was on the team as soon as he could try out and had even proudly worn the ravenclaw uniform while attending hogwarts. he as dedicated, but it wasn’t his life. 

that didn’t mean he wasn’t willing to put in extra hours, lend an extra set of hands because well, he was the seeker. everyone else did a lot of the heavy lifting out on the field and he felt like he was just there to... fly around a bit. nevertheless, that’s why hyunki always tries to put a little extra effort into the team, even if it means staying past dark to help clean up equipment and whatnot. 

which was fine. he didn’t mind doing it. 

until the co-captain himself had decided to stay and help. 

“i could have done it myself.” he comments. “i don’t need your help.” ever. 

Miso is hungry. Does he have food in his fridge? Yes. Is it edible? Yes. Is it something delicious? Of course! What is Miso doing? Yeah you see… he went out into Mokseong village to find food, the clock hit a little more than 2am so… that didn’t work, but to be honest, what had Miso thought? That going out for food at 2am, when usually everything is closed, when he ALSO has food at home that he could eat was a good idea? Yeah perhaps Miso didn’t put much thought into his doing, but honestly? When does he ever? He’s an idiot, that’s simply said.

So now Miso was walking home empty handed alone in the dark. And as the male was walking softly on the street he suddenly heard a noice, a mumble it was, or something like that, it definitely came from a human. Miso looked to his side which he saw a familiar face, it was someone from his school, someone a bit older than him. Miso looked disgustedly at the other, were they drunk? Miso didn’t care about the other so he continued walking. Then he stopped up and walked back, perhaps helping the other would help himself in some way…?

Miso sat down next to the other, put their arm around his shoulder and lifted them up with ease, “good now tell me where we’re going… which house are you in?”

cradling her arm against her chest, she winces as a stumbled step jostles it, her face scrunching up in pain. she’s pretty sure that this injury is worse than most of her usual when it comes to her general clumsiness (perhaps distraction might be a better term). her wrist had jarred and she’d rather not explain how, considering how embarrassing it is, thinking at first it wasn’t anything serious... at least not until it had started swelling and hurting with any amount of pressure.

probably not normal, right? amazing that it’d taken her at least two days to figure out that there was actually something more wrong with it than usual.

stepping into the hospital wing, she peeks around, looking for a familiar face. she’s been making decent progress in staying away from visiting ( @msunate ) in the hospital wing so far this year, but she supposes it was bound to happen eventually. she always seems to find her way back in here, and it’s not exactly a good thing.