#i learned it for TWO WEEKS in second grade and then never used it again
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gen z culture is: being taught as a child that cursive is a necessary life skill and that you will have points taken off in class for not writing in cursive… only to enter middle school and realize that no one, not even your teachers, gives a shit about your handwriting.
#submission#gen z#culture#school tw#cursing tw#NO LITERALLY#i learned it for TWO WEEKS in second grade and then never used it again
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small talk
gojo satoru x fem!reader
summary: satoru has never learned the definition of "small talk" and you don't care to teach him
a/n: i was requested to hold off on the angst, so i decided to comply (very gracious, i know) so take a flashback fic, in which our characters lack all of their trauma (also I'm working on the next actual part and it... might take a bit)
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second year, month two.
“c’mon, nanami, you owe us," you're saying, laying across the couch in nanami's room, feet sore from walking around all day.
it's only noon, and you already feel like you've suffered through several weeks of this. your only two classmates siding with each other almost always.
except for now, because you're pouting. trying to convince kento that being a recluse will get him nowhere in life--you would know.
“no, i do not.”
you roll your eyes. “sorry? who sliced the curse in two before we even got the chance to look?" you ask, rhetorically. "oh, you? that’s right.”
nanami shakes his head, but you see his lips twitch—about to give (another) involuntary apology. if you keep up the whining, he'll probably give you his firstborn.
“it could be fun,” haibara adds, chewing on some weird candy he picked up at the convince store by your mission. it smells like a rotted corpse, which is what you told him when he offered to share.
“i seriously doubt that.”
“well, i seriously don’t care,” you tell him, “this is the first time we’ve been invited. unless you want to spend the next two years getting wedgies—“
“gojo can’t even touch me,” he argues, arms crossed. his eyes are unyielding as he stares at you. “and geto is more respectable than that.”
haibara laughs, probably at the mention of a wedgie.
“well, i wouldn’t know. but i’ll find out tonight when we all go with them to… wherever they’re going.”
because you showed up a couple of weeks after the two of them, much to your dismay, you haven't become acquainted with your seniors or any of their quirks. it's honestly unfair. but neither of them seems to care about their upper hand or the fact that you're tired of being stuck around them all of the time.
“i have plans.”
“no you don’t,” you snort. “we’re your only friends.”
“that’s not relev—“
haibara hangs on nanami’s shoulder, smiling at him with his puppy dog eyes. “kento, we have to go. i want to ask geto a couple of questions, and y/n’s already annoyed.”
you huff, crossing your arms. you have a good reason to be upset.
nanami looks at you, then sighs. “i already told you, it was a grade four, it didn’t even look ‘cool’ like the one you and haibara exorcised last week.”
“i’m not talking to you.”
haibara laughs, going to sit down next to you, ruffling your hair. it’s irritating, how nonchalant he is about this. like nanami didn’t steal your mission right in front of you.
and kind of adorable. you lean into him, resting the side of your body against his arm. maybe his energy will mix with yours.
“y/n, i already apologized.”
you turn your head away from him.
“this is very immature.” he gives haibara a pleading look.
you can feel it as he laughs against you.
nanami sighs. “fine. this once. if you ever ask again—“
you jump up, moving beside him to squeeze him into a makeshift hug (which he doesn’t return). “i knew you’d come around,” you say. because you did. nanami is notoriously easy to break, despite his untouchable demeanor.
nanami sighs again. more forlorn. “this is going to be a disaster.”
and obviously, haibara takes this opportunity to move to his other side, participating in the group hug.
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in all honesty, you’d expected more.
it’s not that you idolize your upperclassmen—if they can even be classified as such—but seriously, after a year they haven’t come up with anything more entertaining than dragging someone’s tv into the common room and playing mario cart?
you figured there'd be more excitement here. a lot more break-ins, and more chances for heroics.
but, you remind yourself, trying to sit pleasantly, this is the first time any of you have been invited. the first time you've spent with geto, Gojo, and shoko without yaga hanging over your break, threatening all of them to be nice. you just want a chance not to be the only new one around. the least educated, weakest.
so you might as well try and enjoy it while you can.
besides nanami and haibara, you don’t have a lot of friends. you didn’t, even before you started at jujutsu high. you barely even had a family.
so you’ll take what you can get (even if it's three people who speak in code and seem to do nothing but fight).
“oh, how’d that mission you guys went on go?” geto asks after he’s beaten haibara at a fourth race. “where was it?”
“harajuku,” nanami says, sounding more like he’s telling you his grandma just died.
“get anything cool?” gojo asks, leaning his head back against the couch so he can look at you upside down. his sunglasses are sliding off of his nose, and you blink.
“we left pretty quickly,” haibara answers, for all of you. “it was just a grade four.”
“they sent all of you for that?” shoko, who is pretending to read some sort of biology book right in front of the tv, raises her brow at you.
at least there’s some common ground there. being the only two girls in a fifty-foot radius creates its own sort of bond.
you’re about to remark something snarky about nanami and his control issues, but haibara is eager to please, so he says to her, “nah, it was supposed to be harder. grade two, they said.”
“been there,” she answers.
geto raises a brow, but his eyes don't move from the screen. “no you haven’t?”
“listening to gojo’s story about that ‘grade one’ he ‘exorcized’ is basically like being there.”
“hey, that was true!”
the two of them give the boy a look, then resume their activities. nanami taking haibara’s place—not without some convincing—and the rest of you watching.
wow, what a life for jujutsu sorcerers.
you laugh at the thought and ignore the weird look shoko gives you.
eventually, gojo makes his way from across the room, his chin resting on geto's temple, and sits on the floor next to you, long limbs getting in the way.
you barely glance at him with your brows raised, then look back to the screen. nanami is surprisingly good at it. and you find gojo kind of... bizarre. he's always laughing, always leaning against something, and just his presence right next to yours feels like an intrusion.
“so,” gojo whispers to you, schemingly. “gabumons better than agumon, right?”
you turn to him, tilting your head. “what?”
“kind of an unpopular sentiment,” he adds, “but true. i mean, c’mon, metalgarurumon? freezing breath? so cool,” he says, like you’re supposed to know what it means. he's got that same grin on--the one you've watched from across the courtyard, shaking his hand, and probably even that time you caught him napping on the dining table.
“…what?”
“satoru, leave her alone,” geto says because this must be a regular occurrence.
“i’m just making small talk!”
shoko snorts. “i don’t think you’ve ever talked small a day in your life.”
gojo opens his mouth but apparently has nothing to say about that.
he sighs, leaning his chin on a hand, and watching the screen again. clearly, his classmates have ruined all of his fun. how is he supposed to mess with you in peace with them around?
when he catches you staring at him a moment later—mostly bewildered because you’ve heard many rumors about satoru gojo, and none of them involve him being a grumbler—he grins. “your turn.”
“to what?” you say, hoping he doesn’t mean the game.
he leans toward you. “to make small talk.”
“i don’t think your turns over.”
“you’re supposed to continue the conversation. answer my question…” he hints.
“you didn’t ask a question,” you say, “just made a statement about what’s-your-mon and who’s-your-mon.”
he looks around, outraged, like you’ve said something completely insane.
you cut in before he can add anything, “and you know that small talk is supposed to be about, like, the weather, right?”
“the weather? you’d rather talk about that than cyborg digimon?”
“…i think so?”
“ignore him,” shoko calls.
but you can’t. there's something about him that gets under your skin. and, it's satoru gojo, he's intriguing in his own, annoying way.
“fine. how do you like the weather?” he asks, tapping his fingers against his chin, smiling at you again.
you pinch your lips together. “it’s fine. rainy.”
he throws his head back, groaning. “see? this is boring. and so is this game, because suguru just beats everyone.”
“i think nanami won the last round.”
he gives you a ‘really?’ look, and you shrug.
“do you guys do this a lot?”
“do what?”
you gesture towards the tv. “sit around and do nothing.”
gojo scoffs. “this is very important, you know. we take video games very seriously.”
you take a look at geto—who’s sticking his tongue out while he handles the controller—and haibara, who’s pointing at nanami’s face and laughing.
you must’ve missed something. not that you've been paying much attention to the game, anyway.
you've been mostly obsessing over your expressions, trying not to say anything out of place, and figure out how to speak to any of these people without sounding foolish.
which, so far, hasn't gone well.
“what do you guys do, then?" gojo asks, sarcastically. "meditation circle?”
you snort. “study, usually. or hand-to-hand combat. haibara and i need the practice.”
“shoko won’t spar with me and suguru can’t anymore after we accidentally put a hole in the gym wall last time.”
“that was you? how do you accidentally break through concrete?”
he shrugs, winking at you. “suguru’s flying frog things are heavy.”
“flying frogs?” you say, skeptically.
“oh, child,” satoru pats you on the head. “you’ve got lots to learn.”
“apparently,” you say, and turn back to the tv, and the debate the four of them are having about character types or something.
but gojo doesn’t move from his spot. he sits next to you for the next hour, and you learn, for the first time, just how insufferable he is.
especially with his smile, which you find yourself staring at every couple of minutes.
*
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mad props!
summary: your one-sided beef with Miles morphs into a full-on rivalry until unforseen circumstances force you to call a truce.
wc: 789
a/n: drabbles when left to cook in the brain for too long turn into mini-series. watch out ! also yes i am doing another enemies-to-lovers thingy don't look at me
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Snap!
You sucked your teeth in the middle row of Mr. Sanchez’s classroom when the tip of your pencil broke in the middle of your rapid note-taking.
It broke just as you were forming the tilde that was meant to float above the letter ‘n’, creating an odd downward stroke instead that looked like lightning striking a tree.
You zipped open your pencil case and took out a tiny metal sharpener, the shavings bound to make a mess of your desk.
“Yikes. That’s why I use the mechanical ones,” remarked the boy sitting beside you.
A friendly grin spread across his freckled, golden-brown face with round eyes that seemed to ask if you thought his comment was funny.
You shot him a hard glance to let him know that no, it was not funny that your pencil broke whilst you were in the middle of getting down key grammatical rules.
The boy’s face fell at the implied rejection. Somehow, the wounded look in his eyes irritated you more than the grin. It made him look like a lost deer.
“Morales, silencio, por favor,” Sanchez said, peering over his glasses at your shoulder partner. “Unless you’d like to explain how direct object pronouns work instead.”
“No, estoy bien.”
There was no sign of panic or apology on Morales’ face as he replied, despite Mr. Sanchez being known to seek out inattentive students to cold-call later. He smiled awkwardly at the bearded man, and again when he was caught a bit later doodling in his notebook.
“Miles Morales, can you translate this sentence for us please?”
“Fui a Madrid el verano pasado,” Miles answered, without missing a beat.
The man shook his head, then moved on.
“Correct. Now, who would like to take the next sentence…”
You would soon learn over the coming weeks since your transfer to Visions that this was a daily routine for Miles: he’d come in late, or get caught scribbling away in the margins of his worksheet. Then he’d get that panicked “help me” smile on his face before making a pun or quip that made you cringe so hard that your back hurt.
Still, Miles’ answers were never wrong after the fact.
He blended into the crowd otherwise, but the second-hand embarrassment made him hard to forget.
“Quiz grades were surprisingly low,” Mr. Sanchez announced one Wednesday morning as he walked around, handing out one-page sheets face down. “I would highly suggest going over this unit at home over the long weekend.”
Almost immediately, kids began passing each other’s quizzes back and forth, giggling at how their results all seemed to be floating just under fifty percent. Part of the ease in their laughter came from the assumption that Sanchez would “just curve it anyway.”
Not that it would make a difference to you.
You frowned at the eighty-five circled in red at the top of your quiz. Just a couple of points away from a nice, even ninety that would’ve finally bumped your grade up to an ‘A’ instead of an ‘A-’.
Even worse, some of the circled questions were points lost just because you were missing an accent on a letter or two, and a couple of vocab words had slipped your mind. You should’ve answered the bonus questions…
“Wow, you’re the only one without a forty so far,” a familiar voice complimented you. “Good job.”
Miles was offering you another friendly grin, with those same expectant eyes. Please like me, they seemed to plead.
No thanks.
You replied flatly, “I actually studied.”
It felt like an insult for anyone to be impressed with you in a class full of failing grades.
His grin faded. You expected it to be replaced with disappointment, but he just shrugged and pressed his lips into a thin line before turning away.
Sanchez returned to where you were sitting to hand Miles’ test back.
He spoke solemnly, “You and L/N were the only passing grades in this class.”
You caught a glance at the number marked atop the page once Miles flipped it over:
‘100%’. With five points as extra credit.
He looked down at it and hummed quietly in approval before flipping it back over, and suddenly that ‘A-’ felt like a ‘C’.
It was only logical that the guy who never got an answer wrong would perform similarly on a quiz. But he didn’t deserve it; he didn’t even care.
“How many hours did you study for that?” you scoffed quietly, like an accusation.
Miles gave you a sidelong glance, and you could’ve sworn there was mockery in his eyes.
“I don’t study.”
If you could go back and pinpoint the exact moment where irritation boiled over into disdain, it would be this one.
#miles morales fic#miles morales x reader#miles morales x black!reader#atsv x reader#miles morales headcanons#moralesanhour
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Aita for lieing to my mom for 6 years about a guy I dated?
🤐🇮🇪 <- so I notice me. This sounds bad but all things considered, i think I'm justified at least.
Tw for domestic abuse, physical abuse, fighting and non-explicit mentions of many other forms of abuse.
So in 7th grade grade I (12/13f at the time) was dating a guy named Jay(13/14m at the time)(not his real name and we were in the same grade) for about three months. I had a crush on him for years before we dated so I was ecstatic when he finally asked me out. Looking back now at 22, I can see he pitied me as i was very unpopular and no one wanted to be around me due to the fact I was very nerdy and very autisitc(I have a mental disability). He used me for sexual things and it wasn't super healthy but I was just happy to be getting attention as neither my school nor home life was safe from abuse/bullying.
Towards the end of those three months, an incident occured. Me and Jay were working on a mutural computer lab project that should of only tooken a week but the day we were set to start, jay had iss (in-school suspension. I don't know why). I needed his choice for a song because the project couldn't start without choosing it and he wasn't texting me and was being petty and whiny about it. Finally he picked some pop 2010s song and I got started. He was in the suspension for half the week so I was the one who did a majority of the project.
When he finally came back, he was being demanding and a jerk and I said fine, I'll do my own project and you can do yours, I wanted to do firework by katy perry anyway. He then demanded my part of the project since I wasn't doing that song anymore and I told him no and when he demanded it again, I deleted it infornt of him. Typical preteen arguments right? Well he slapped me. In front of all of his laughing friends. He'd never done that before and even though I had previous experience with physical abuse(a few instances with my dad but my mom didn't see it till much later after this incident. This is important.), never from a partner.
I don't remember too much as I saw red and reacted before I could think but I do remember ripping him out of his chair, throwing him on the floor and punching him in the chest and face a few times while his friends cheered me on in surprise. I was an average height but underweight and he was both taller than me and almost 300 lbs but it felt so easy. Once I was done I got up, told the teacher I was doing it on my own, aced the project while he failed and none of my bullies ever tried to physically fight me again. I went from nerdy shy weird pushover girl to scary strong weird girl and I'm ok with that. He hit first.
Even though we eventually broke up, we made up and it was something we joked about together as i didn't realize how serious that was at the time. But my mom did realize how serious it was and tried to explain to me how bad that was, that I should never let a partner hit me and she never wanted to see me talking to him again. She was being responsible but I was 13 and riding off the excitement of showing a guy I liked what for that we dated again not a month after we broke up. Except this time I wasn't dating Jay Lastname, I was dating "Sean mcduffin" or at least that's what i called him around family and because my mom never saw or met jay, she didnt recognize sean.
Our second time around only lasted another three months before we broke up and we're friends all through the rest of our school years, never more, but my mom still called him Sean because we'll.. I told her that was Sean and I couldn't back out now. I'm gonna shift gears for a second so stick with me.
I had gone through two extremely abusive relationships back to back from one in sophomore year (sexual and emotional abuse) and one in senior year (sexual, physical, religious and emotional abuse) and my mom didn't learn until a year later after I graduated. After my mom learned about it and the extent of the abuse with my father, she helped me heal and eventually started asking questions about the relationships and my dad and I answered her as were the closest weve ever been. She off handedly compared the one in senior year to the incident with Jay and then said how happy i seemed with Sean right after made her relax and hope i wouldnt be in another abusive relationship and it hadn't hurt me too badly.
I then realized I had never explicitly told her Jay and Sean were the same person and I had lied to her when I said they weren't (she had suspicions but never proof and trusted me). So I told her they were the same person and she got this very defeated look on her face. I apologized as I realized that was kinda shitty of me because my mom was just trying to protect me but I can also see why a 13 yr old who grew up in parental abuse wouldn't nessesarily take domestic abuse seriously. She just signed and said she wishes I was honest and I shouldn't of lied about it because it was serious. I explained my side but we eventually just moved on to talk further into our initial topic and she's not brought it up since.
I can see where I was the little 13 yr old asshole but I can also see why I wouldn't of taken the lie as seriously as I should due to my history. He never hit or hurt me again and I never heard of him doing it again so I guess i desuaded him from a life of abuse. Idk. Was I the asshole? Me and him don't talk anymore and since getting therapy, I've realized what a shitty person he was to me before, during and after our small relationship.
(small context: we were school friends only, he never really came over to my house or met my family more than once the second time we dated and I didn't talk about him as much after the second break up due to my focus on friends shifting from school friends to my girl scout troop. We were inseparable in school but outside of it, we rarely spoke.)
What are these acronyms?
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Bulls**t - Gojo Satoru
gojo satoru x non-specified reader
I don’t think I used any gender specific pronouns or character descriptions, however, I have written this with female reader in mind.
Summary: Gojo Satoru is the king of making up stuff. There is one thing he keeps saying that is actually true tho.
Gojo Satoru is a knowledgeable guy, especially when it comes to Jujutsu sorcery and the history of it. He is also the type of person to have many interests. He spends hours learning about his favorite topics and has an opinion about everything. When people bring up stuff he doesn't know about he listens carefully and is deeply invested in the conversation, and once he has enough free time he will read and learn everything about the subject matter so that the next time he can be an active part of the conversation. That is the sole reason why people never question all the random shit he says. You see, Gojo Satoru enjoys messing with people more than anything. Hence, he makes up random facts and stories and he is insanely talented in delivering them with such confidence that they are easy to believe.
One time in high school he managed to convince Shoko that the famous J-Pop idol from the late 90s, Ayumi Hamasaki, was his half-sister. He spent 15 minutes explaining to the young healer that before his mother met his father, she had an affair with a man from Fukuoka named Netero Hamasaki and got pregnant. According to Gojo, his mother was young and had to give up on the child, but Hamasaki-san was more than willing to raise her with his wife who was unable to have children. The special grade sorcerer also explained to his classmate that his mother and Netero were not getting along, because after Ayumi became famous they started ignoring the rest of the family and they became too full of themselves. Shoko listened to Satoru's words in awe, eating up every single word leaving his lips. Two days later, a very excited Yu Haibara approached him, begging for an autograph from Ayumi, which resulted in Gojo telling everyone the truth, resulting in a deeply annoyed and humiliated Shoko.
In another instance, he made Megumi believe that he was supposed to have a pelican Shikigami right after he got his demon dogs. He also showed the young, impressionable boy a series of goofy hand gestures and dance moves that were "supposed to summon the pelican, the most powerful shikigami of the Zenin clan's ten shadows technique". Poor Megumi spent a week going around night and day, doing the insane moves taught by the special-grade idiot who was supposed to take care of him, but the pelican never appeared. However, Gojo enjoyed the situation way too much, bursting out in uncontrollable fits of laughter every time he caught the raven-haired boy while he was trying with all his might to summon his second Shikigami. Thankfully, Principal Yaga cleared the air one time he was taking care of the child while Gojo was out on a mission, however, Megumi never asked Satoru to help him with his technique again.
During their second year, as he and Geto were bored out of their minds with the recent missions they were sent to, the two convinced the higher-ups that they encountered a special-grade curse that injected them with some kind of venom that took away their cursed technique until further notice. This scheme included Shoko as well as she was the one to forge a medical report, claiming that a few days off in Okinawa or any beachy environment would make the toxins release from their bodies faster. The young healer made sure that she was included in the trip claiming that constant medical attention was an absolute must in the current situation. They spent a total of 10 days not doing anything on Jujutsu Tech's account.
Recently, as an assistant teacher, you witnessed how Gojo Satoru tried to convince the first years to do his chores, claiming that it would make them stronger. Yuji didn't question this ridiculous statement, given his circumstances of recently learning about the mere existence of the Jujutsu World, however, Nobara and Megumi knew better, instantly protesting doing his chores. Gojo Satoru is determined as fuck tho, so he managed to spend 30 minutes trying to change the stubborn children's minds until you intervened and dismissed them from class.
"Oh, c'mon sweetheart, I was about to break them." he whined, following you to the teacher's lounge like a lost puppy.
"You shouldn't lie to teenagers like that, Gojo. Especially not Yuji, he's in a vulnerable state, and he will believe everything you say. I know you like to come up with the most unhinged stuff, but one would think that your students were the limit of your idiotic shenanigans." you chastise.
"Everyone thinks my lies are funny though!" he exclaims, his voice laced with fake hurt.
"I doubt that." you whisper, your mind drifting towards all of the instances he claimed that he liked you and wanted to take you out on a date. You knew better than to believe anything coming out of his mouth, especially when he used the tone he always uses when he tries to sell one of his elaborate stories. You had to protect yourself from falling for him or his lies after all.
"What's wrong?" he asks. He recognizes a shift in your cursed energy, it falters and he knows you well enough to able to tell that it's because you're sad.
"Nothing, leave me alone, Gojo!"
"Nu-uh, you're the love of my life, I have to know who or what made you upset so that I can blast them across the universe with Hollow Purple."
"Stop lying, Gojo!"
"You think I'm lying??? I would never lie about my feelings for you!" he exclaims, now he's offended.
"Bullshit!"
"What do you mean bullshit?! I've liked you since day one, y/n!" he steps closer to you, lifting your chin up so that he can look you in your eyes. You are surprised to notice that his blindfold is lowered to sit around his neck, his cerulean eyes on full display. The two crystalline orbs reflect nothing but honesty and you even question how he was ever able to sell any of his lies when his eyes seem to be telling the truth at all times. Of course, he's always covering them when he's about to come up with his most unhinged stories, however, now he's confessing the most important truth of his life. "Do you believe me now, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice breaking, afraid of rejection. You nod shyly, blushing as you realize how close his pretty lips are to yours.
"Can I kiss you?" he asks enthusiastically and you don't answer, you just eliminate the small distance between you two, inviting his lips into a sweet dance with yours. His arms wrap around your hips, pulling you closer, savoring the moment he's been dreaming about for years.
Gojo Satoru has many made-up stories and anecdotes to share, but none of them can compete with the story of your first kiss. That's one he'll be telling for a long time.
#jujutsu kaisen#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk imagines#jjk x reader#gojo imagine#gojo fluff#jjk x you#gojou satoru x you#gojo saturo
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all the way back.
time has a wonderful way of showing Becca what really matters.
OR, a childhood friends-to-lovers AU.
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Becca’s parents divorce when she’s eight.
she doesn’t really understand what it means—all the nuance that goes with it—doesn’t even realise that that’s the word for it until later. all she knows for sure is that one day she wakes up and her mother tells her that they’re moving and that her father won’t be coming with them.
“there’s a park close to our new house,” her mother says while they’re in the car.
Becca hums, her sister sits happily in the booster seat beside her, watching the world flash by in the window as she kicks her little legs. Becca thinks Alexis understands less than her, thinks that’s probably for the best, and doesn’t understand why that makes her angry.
their new house is a lot smaller. it’s not as nice as their old one, but Becca sort of likes that her new bedroom is smaller and that she gets to share a bathroom with her mother and sister.
“i know it’s not much,” Shannon says as she stands with Becca in their empty home. “but i promise that this will all be okay.”
she doesn’t have a bedframe yet, but they go to the store and Becca picks out some fairy lights and her mother helps her strig them up around her room.
“are you okay?” Becca asks after that first day as her mum tucks her in. she’s never tucked her in before and she looks unsure of herself.
“i will be.” it’s honest, probably too much honesty for an eight-year-old. “are you?”
Becca shrugs as best she can with the blanket tucked right up to her chin.
“whatever you’re feeling is okay. we can talk about it when you’re ready. but just know that i love you so much. nothing will change that.”
the new house is louder and quieter all at once. there’s no more shouting, and Becca likes that she doesn’t have to creep from room-to-room to hear or not hear what her parents are yelling about. she likes that the yelling has stopped, that she can hear her sister playing on the floor in the kitchen while her mum cooks and she reads in her bedroom.
her mum seems sad sometimes, but happy too in an odd kind of way that Becca doesn’t understand. she wants to understand, wants to ask, but doesn’t. she keeps everything to herself for a while.
and then halfway through August, with her first day at her new school looming ahead, Becca meets her neighbour.
she plays outside in their backyard now. it’s not big—barely big enough for the old swing-set and small sandpit that Alexis likes to play in—but it’s enough. sometimes her mum comes out and plays with them.
“hey!”
Becca startles. she stops on the swing and looks around the yard but can’t see who spoke.
“up here!”
she looks up and spots a girl perched carefully in the large tree that hangs over the fence separating their yard from their back neighbours.
“wanna play?” she blows a piece of hair out of her face and wiggles further out onto the branch hanging over the fence.
“up there?”
the girl shrugs and wiggles further out again and then drops down into the yard right in front of Becca. she smiles wide and now that she’s closer, Becca can see her two missing front teeth.
“what are you doing?” Becca says, and she can hear a little of the iciness her mum used to have in her voice.
she quirks her head to the side just a bit. “playing?”
“you’re a stranger, and i—”
“Alex. my name is Alex.” she offers another toothy grin made slightly odd by her two missing teeth.
“okay.”
“so we can play?”
Becca nods, hesitation in her movements and hope in her heart that she’s maybe making a new friend.
Becca sits at the table that night for dinner and doesn’t stop talking about Alex once. her mum hums and nods and smiles sweetly as she listens and cuts Alexis’s food into smaller pieces. Becca feels warm all over.
summer ends a week and a half later and Becca starts the third grade at a new school. she learns that Alex goes to the same school but that she’s starting the second grade.
the sky outside is gloomy but the classroom Becca walks into is bright and colourful.
her new teacher, Miss Jones, crouches down to her level and introduces herself with a warm smile and warmer handshake that makes Becca feel like a grown up in a good way.
Becca sits beside a girl, Madison. she doesn’t say much to Madison, but Madison says plenty to her and makes Becca feel like this isn’t her first day at a new school.
she sees Alex near the handball courts during recess and wants to go say hi, but she’s surrounded by a group of friends, and they look like they’re having fun. Becca doesn’t want to ruin that. and then Madison runs up to her and asks her to come play on the monkey bars.
by the end of the day, Madison declares them best friends.
Alex is perched carefully in the tree by the time Becca gets home that afternoon and runs outside to meet her.
“was your first day good?” Alex asks as she drops down onto the grass in front of Becca.
“i made a new friend in my class. her name’s Madison and she sits beside me. she asked me if i want to hang out after school too.”
“that’s good,” Alex says.
“she said we’re best friends now.”
“am i still your best friend too?”
“yes. you’re…” and Becca doesn’t really know how to put it into words at eight years old. Madison is her best friend, and Alex is something else entirely. something different but no less important.
Becca surges forward and hugs Alex tightly. she doesn’t understand why she hugs Alex or why it feels so nice when Alex hugs her back just as tight.
“are you okay?” Alex asks.
Becca nods and presses her nose into Alex’s neck. she thinks for the first time that she’s not okay but that she might be in time.
she doesn’t understand much when she’s eight, but then she turns ten and starts to understand a little bit more.
Becca wakes up just after midnight in Alex’s bed that can’t really fit both of them anymore.
“hey,” Alex breathes into the space between them.
Becca blinks, tries to adjust her eyes to the dark. “what time is it?”
“midnight,” Alex says and Becca can hear excitement in her voice now. “happy birthday.”
“oh.” Becca sinks into the pillow, and doesn’t understand why she gets so much comfort in the smell of Alex all around her. a small smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “thank you.”
“i got you something.” Alex leans off the side of the bed and grabs something from underneath it before she pops back up with a small present in her hand.
Becca sits up now too. “you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“i know but i saw it and wanted you to have it.”
Becca opens the present carefully and after a moment where she doesn’t breathe and Alex looks like she’s about to explode with giddy energy, there’s a thin bracelet in her hand. the kind that will stain your skin a little green if you wear it for too long.
“i know it’s not much,” Alex starts, “but i wanted to use my money to get you something and… well… do you like it?”
“will you put it on for me?”
Alex beams and Becca doesn’t need any light to see that.
it takes a while for her to fall back asleep after that. Alex passes out almost immediately after promising to try stay awake so they can talk and gossip and share stories into the early hours of the morning. Becca doesn’t mind.
Alex drools a little in her sleep and Becca thinks it’s gross but can’t find it in herself to wish for anything else to be different.
Becca doesn’t see her dad at all on her tenth birthday. but for the first time since moving into their new house, she doesn’t mind.
her mum seems happier too. but there are still days where she won’t talk much. where she looks just a little bit too tired to laugh it off as a bad night of sleep. they’re always the days after birthdays or holidays or family days where calls to her dad remain unanswered and unreturned.
she’s twelve when Alex whispers to her that her parents are getting divorced.
“my dad doesn’t live here anymore,” Alex says, the confession sudden and sitting in the space between them like something cold and unwanted.
and for the first time in years, Becca thinks she might have someone who understands. her mum gets what she’s feeling in an abstract kind of way, but she’s carrying her own extra baggage so it’s not quite the same. and Alexis was too young to ever know the difference, and Becca is trying not to resent her for it.
but Alex… they’ve talked about it before, mostly Becca rambling and raising her voice. never at Alex though, she would never, but it always just sort of happens when she talks about her dad.
“do you miss him?” Becca asks, silly, she knows. because when Alex had asked her that same question years ago now, she had felt shame when she whispered a yes in answer.
Alex nods, plays with Becca’s fingers, and avoids making eye contact. “does it ever go away?”
“i think…” Becca watches her fingers moving with Alex’s and gets distracted for a second. “i think it gets easier to live with. i hate my dad for leaving, but i love our new life without him.”
and that’s the first time Becca’s said it out loud. she’s always alluded to it, and she thinks Alex has always probably known, but it feels better actually giving life to the words.
“and i don’t think your dad is anything like mine,” Becca says after a beat. “i think he’ll still want to see you all the time.”
and then Becca wraps Alex in a hug, tight like the one when she was eight and terrified and hopeful and so uncertain.
the dying sunlight casts a pretty glow over Alex’s face when they separate, and Becca thinks she feels the flicker of deep understanding in her heart before it vanishes again.
but something stays, hums beneath her skin, thunders through her veins. a promise of something more waiting ahead.
she's fifteen when Alex drops nervously into her backyard from the tree. Becca still finds it odd that Alex does this—climbing the tree like they're eight and seven again—but loves it and can't find the words to express it to her.
Becca quirks her head to the side just a bit when Alex doesn't greet her with her usual energy and zest for life.
"okay, i'll bite," Becca shifts so they're facing each other, knees touching, "what's up?"
"nothing."
Becca nudges Alex's knee with her own.
"okay, it's not nothing, it's just... Chris asked me to hang out after school tomorrow and i thought it was, like, a friend thing, so i mentioned it to Kaitlyn and then she got weird about it and said it was a date. even James was being weird about it."
"oh, i didn't— do you like Chris?"
and it's strange that Becca doesn't know the answer to that question. they've been something parallel to best friends for years now, and never once in that time have they talked about crushes.
years from now, Becca will understand everything about that subconscious choice and line in the sand, and how she hadn't realised she'd buried hope for something else deep in her chest.
she understands absolutely nothing about that in this moment though. not the angry coil she feels tighten in her stomach or deafening echo she can hear in her ears.
what she does understand is that Chris likes Alex. Kaitlyn likes Alex. and James probably does too.
Alex shrugs. "as a friend, yes. as... i dunno, that, i have no idea. how am i supposed to know?"
Becca doesn't answer right away, because even though she does sort of know how you know—she's talked about it with Madison—putting it all into words for Alex just seems so impossible.
"i think sometimes not knowing is part of it," Becca finally says. "like you're supposed to just give it a go and figure out what liking someone is supposed to feel for you."
"oh, okay." Alex nods and meets Becca's gaze. "so do you think i should hang out with him after school tomorrow?"
"yes," Becca says with a shrug, and it will take her a while to figure out why she hates herself for saying that.
they don't say anything much for the rest of the afternoon. they exist together quietly and do their homework in Becca's room when it gets too cold to stay outside. and then just before Alex leaves so she can make her curfew, she hesitates and looks at Becca like there's something she's trying hard to understand as well.
they don't talk at all the next day, in fact, they don't really talk again for a while. Becca sees Alex and Chris holding hands out front the school a few days later. a week later she watches from beside Madison during lunch as Kaitlyn gets this pained look in her eyes every time she looks at Alex. it takes a month before she realises she hasn't seen James around Alex and Chris at the same time.
and then the school year ends and Becca's dad sweeps back into their lives with the promise of an exciting summer on the West Coast to make up for lost time.
she doesn’t tell Alex she’s leaving for three months. doesn’t say anything at all. Alexis makes one of those annoying comments that are surprisingly spot on about how she seems irritated.
Becca snaps at her sister, hates that she does, but just can’t help it. her dad says nothing though. Becca doesn’t even think he notices that something's growing inside of her. some mornings, Becca even thinks that her dad forgets he invited them to stay with him for the summer.
but it’s fine. Becca works on her tan on the beach while Alexis plays in the sand beside her. it works, and by the time she’s back, she hardly remembers being in such a sour mood to begin with.
Madison wraps Becca into a hug as soon as she arrives at school for the first day, and launches into a million questions about her trip. Becca smiles, answers them all, and hardly notices the thing humming beneath her skin when she catches Alex staring at her.
Chris is no where to be seen, and Kaitlyn and Alex are huddled close together by her locker. Becca says nothing to Alex, but she can't bring herself to look away just yet.
"did you hear me?" Madison says, amusement on her face.
"huh?" Becca shakes her head and finally tears her gaze away from Alex.
"i was asking if we're still on for the party on Saturday night."
"oh, yeah, of course."
Becca kisses Chris at the party on Saturday night and makes a point to make sure that Alex sees it. she doesn't understand why she does it, but she does understand that everything starts to slowly fall apart from that moment on.
Chris follows after her for weeks and months after that and Becca lets him. Becca talks to him and lets him put his arm over her shoulders when they eat lunch together.
she's not sure if she likes him yet. but she remembers what she said to Alex almost a year ago, about how they're learning how it feels to like someone.
all she really learns though, is that she doesn't like Chris, not like that anyway, because he is lovely to be around and talk to. but his arm doesn't feel right around her waist, and his hand feels too big in hers, and his lips against hers are just— she understands that it's not supposed to feel like this.
Becca tells Chris all of this—most of it, because all of it might hurt his feelings, and Becca does care about him—and he seems hurt for a while, but on the last day of January, Chris shows up at her front door.
"Chris?" Becca stares at him for a second, not quite believing, and then she steps outside with him and gently closes the door behind her. "what are you doing here?"
"i know we aren't, like” —he gestures his hands widely, searching for the right word— “together, anymore, and this isn't some ploy to try win you back."
"okay?" Becca folds her arms across her chest and she can hear some of the iciness returning to her voice.
"i just wanted to tell you that i get it," Chris says.
"get what, exactly?"
"why we didn't work. why we were never going to work."
"go home, Chris." Becca's already turning to head back inside, but then Chris reaches for her arm so gently and carefully that she stops and turns back to listen.
"sorry, no, i didn't mean— i just think there's something that you're missing."
Becca says nothing, but her silence is enough encouragement for Chris to continue.
"i know you and Alex are, like, best friends, or were anyway."
"i— we..."
"i'm not asking for an explanation. you don't owe me one. but i noticed that you guys don't talk anymore."
"so?"
"i spent months trying to figure out how to ask Alex out. it was always you two together, even when you weren't together, it's like you still were. like no matter how hard i tried, she would never see me."
"well, she did. she went out with you. she dated you."
"yeah, and then she broke up with me while you were gone."
"oh, i thought..."
nothing, really. she knew that they had broken up—Madison had filled her in on everything she'd missed when she got back—but Becca had never really thought about why or how. she thought they'd just fizzled out.
"i didn't know that," Becca says.
"i figured. i think that's part of why i wanted you in the first place. because she didn't want me, and you two are— were close. if i could have you then it would be like having her."
and that hits Becca in the heart. stabs a knife into her and twists and presses in again and again. but beneath all the gushing pain, Becca thinks she understands because—
"and i think that's why you wanted me too."
Becca says nothing for a long time. she goes to sit on the front steps and after a moment, Chris sits beside her.
"assuming you're right, then that's pretty fucked up."
"yeah." Chris shrugs. "but i think it's supposed to be."
"how come?"
"because you have to realise how fucked it is and reconcile with it and make a choice that really scares you."
"assuming it's true," Becca says, and it feels pointless to say now.
"right."
"and assuming it is true," Becca says, "what choice would i have to make?"
she sees a warm smile light up Chris's face, and it instantly puts Becca's mind at ease.
"talk to her," Chris says like the answer is obvious and simple.
a few minutes later, Chris leaves and Becca stays outside in the cold for a little while longer. when she does finally go back inside, she's met with her mother standing in the entrance way.
"was that Chris here?" her mum asks.
"were you listening?"
her mum shrugs. "i heard part of it."
"which part?"
"the part where he thinks you should talk to Alex."
Becca nods and looks at anything except her mum standing there with her apron and whisk and looking like the warm mother she's spent years growing into. Becca doesn't realise she's crying until she's in a hug and her mum is whispering quiet reassurances into her ear.
she goes out to her backyard that night, long after her mother and sister both went to bed. Becca shivers against the cold but digs herself in firmly and refuses to budge.
she looks up to the stars that she can't see hidden behind the dark clouds and begs them to help her understand. the stars are quiet and Becca is left to figure it out for herself.
she's seventeen when she goes to a party and runs into Alex. Becca glares at her from across the room, grips her red solo cup just a little too hard that the cheap tequila-sprite mix in it spills up over the rim. because she understands more now, and she's almost certain that Alex has understood this whole time too.
"hey," Alex says, flashing that openly, earnest smile that has always managed to calm Becca in a way she can't explain.
"what are you doing here?" Becca spits, and that thing inside her, that thing that has been gently humming beneath her skin, begs her to take it back.
"it was an open invite. and i actually wanted to—”
"i don't care what you want."
hurt flashes in Alex's eyes. "i didn't mean—”
Becca doesn't stay to hear the rest of it. she turns on her heels and moves deeper into the party.
later in the night, when the music is pumping through Becca's veins and she's given up on drinking because nothing tastes good and it all just hurts, she goes upstairs to find the bathroom. the house is massive—a lot like the one she used to live in before her parents got divorced—rooms for the sake of adding space that won't ever actually be used.
it takes a while to find the door to a bathroom, and when she does, she stumbles inside and presses her back against the door, allowing it to close softly behind her. she slides down the door, looks up, and finally realises someone else is in here with her.
Alex. sitting in the bathtub. her legs hanging over the edge.
"what are you doing?" Becca says as she stands and straightens her skirt.
"i was here first."
"right, but why are you in the bathtub?"
"what do you care?"
Becca scoffs and rolls her eyes but gets into the empty bathtub and sits right beside Alex.
“what are you doing?” Alex asks.
“something’s obviously wrong.”
Alex just stares at her, studying and trying to understand.
“what?” Becca shifts, uncomfortable under the intensity of Alex’s gaze.
“why did you leave me?”
“i didn’t—”
“right after Chris. is it because you liked him? because if you had just told me i wouldn’t have gone out with him.”
“it’s not because i wanted Chris,” Becca snaps, because it hurts her and digs deep into her heart that Alex thinks she would choose Chris over her. “i never wanted him.”
“then why did you kiss him?”
and it’s in that moment that Becca realises just how close they are now. her side is pressed flush with Alex’s, their hands are daring to be the first to touch, and their lips. Becca watches Alex’s eyes fall to her lips and it’s like time stops and starts again all at once.
“i think you know why,” Becca says, her tone soft and open and ready for whatever big, scary thing is coming next.
“yeah, but i want you to say it.”
“i wanted you.”
Alex surges forward and closes the already small space between them. she cradles Becca’s face in both her hands and gently rubs her cheek with her thumb.
“it was always you,” Becca says when they finally pull apart for much needed air.
“when i first saw you, i thought you were the prettiest girl i’d ever seen. i knew i wanted to know you.”
“you’re a sap.”
“the sappiest.” Alex punctuates this with a kiss. “your sappiest sap.”
Becca hums and allows her head to fall gently against Alex’s shoulder.
“wanna get out of here and get some food?” Alex asks after a few long moments of comfortable silence.
“like a date?”
“not like a date. a date.”
“always.”
when Becca is eighteen, she walks the stage at her graduation and looks out into the crowd of proud parents and friends to find her mum, sister, and Alex sitting and cheering with them. her dad isn’t there. she hasn’t spoken to him since that summer where he forgot she existed everyday. and Becca thinks it’s perfect.
a year later, she goes back to her old high school and watches as Alex grabs her diploma too, with Alex’s parents sitting to her left, and her mum and sister on her right.
she thinks in that moment at nineteen that she finally understands everything she hadn’t growing up. there’s a lot more new stuff that she doesn’t understand now, but her favourite person smiles and waves at her from the stage, and in that moment, Becca thinks that’s okay.
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The More Things Change. (S1 E8)
Word Count: 4328
Series Masterlist
A/N: If anyone doesn't like the fact that the oc is black, go away.
TW: Racial slurs.
"Ah, the 43 million man." Cory smiled happily, taking a look at the article. Shawn pulled out a chair for me and took the seat next to me. I had my hair in two low pigtails with a braid crown. He had told me that I looked like an angel, that my hair was a halo. I was proud of my hair today.
"Why do they call him that?" Minkus asked, approaching the table.
"Because that's what he's getting paid to play baseball for six years." I muttered, taking out my battered copy of Red Dragon.
"7.6 million a year?" Minkus guffawed.
"If that's what it comes out to, yeah." Shawn said, before he started reading over my shoulder.
"You could calculate the value of a baseball card and yet you can't...Oh forget it. I'll save this conversation for when I have cake?" I mumbled before I continued reading. Shawn continued reading over my head shoulder.
"He happens to be one of the top guys in baseball." Cory nodded, continuing to read the article.
"Well, I happen to think Mr. Feeny is one of the top guys in teaching and he makes about 40 thousand a year." Minkus said and that's one of the few things I've ever and will openly agree to.
"That stinks." I look over at the blue eyed boy over my shoulder. He looks back at me with wide eyes.
"Finally. Something we agree on." Minkus nodded in agreement.
"Yeah. Feeny ain't worth that kind of money." I threw my head down onto the table. I felt someone pull my chair away from the table.
"Thank you, Cory." I mumbled with my head on my lap. He ran his hand over my back while they continued their conversation.
"You thought I meant he was overpaid? I meant that Mr. Feeny is grossly and tragically underpaid." Minus said and again I nodded in agreement.
"Minkus... May I call you Minkus? Does spelling ever change? No. Does history ever change? Uh-uh. Does Feeny ever change? Never. Know why? He doesn't have to. Know why? 'Cause nothing about... teaching sixth grade ever changes."
"Yeah, instead year after year he has to deal with kids like you guys who don't listen." I kept my head down.
"Well, I think you're wrong." Minkus looks at the curly haired boy. Cory was definitely wrong.
"Well, I think l'm right. I think in about five seconds, Feeny walks in here, takes a sip from the drinking fountain, flicks his mustache, goes to the coffee machine, sees us, asks Raven-Anniya about what books she just finished before he turns to me and says, "Good morning, Mr. Matthews. "I trust you've done the homework". Every day, the same thing. He's so predictable." Cory stated just as our teacher walked into the cafeteria. We watched the older man do just as Cory described.
"Good morning, Mr. Matthews. I trust you've done the homework." He says, just as Cory said he would.
"Yes, I did, sir." The curly haired brunette said. He wasn't genuine but to the untrained eye he may've been sincere.
"But my little sister ate it." They said together before Mr. Feeny walked away saying something along the lines of "You are so predictable." I had to agree and because I knew he was so predictable I knew that this was going to end up with a lesson for them. I just wonder how much I'm going to have to pay for.
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I had spent the better part of my day contemplating just how much of a mess this'll turn into. Cory has no clue what it took to be a teacher so how was he going to learn a lesson?
"This Week in Social Studies we'll be talking about prejudice."
"Good, 'cause I'm prejudiced against the scungy food in the cafeteria." Cory joked, which caused the class to fall into a fit of laughter.
"Then why do you keep eating it?" I asked. Nobody answered.
"We will be discussing black slavery in the American South," The kids all looked to me. "The Jews in nazi Germany and several examples of prejudice throughout history. Tonight your assignment... is to read the first pages of that book." Mr. Feeny said as he handed us the book. The Diary of Anne Frank. This book was amazing. I'd read it years ago and cried.
"Aw, man, it's a book about some girl." And there it was! Cory's definitely done it now!
"Maybe it's time to veer away from picture books Cory?" I looked over at him as he glared at me.
"Rave? I'll take your book suggestions seriously when Storm becomes Shawn's favourite X-Men character." Oh, please.
"Who's your favourite X-Men, Shawnie?"
"The one who kind of looks like your mom.She's cool." Shawn answered absentmindedly, looking over the book he'd just been given.
I turned to Cory with a smug look on my face. "If you're not going to read it because it's about a girl, that's on you. Good to know that you wouldn't want to hear about the experiences of people who don't look like you." I mumbled the last part to myself.
Just as Cory was about to respond, the bell rang and we all started packing our things. I made sure to put my copy of the book in my bag. I heard Mr. Feeny call Cory to stay back, but Shawn had already taken my hand and started pulling me out of the school.
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"So, Sunshine," Shawn said as I took a seat on the swing. "I have something for you." He looked straight ahead, refusing to make eye contact.
"You do?" Shawn had gotten me another gift?
"Yeah. It's ummm not much but..." He pulled a little book out of his bag, but it wasn't a regular one. It looked homemade. When I opened it I came face to face with pictures of me, of us, over the years. From my first day at school together, my mom must've taken them from my dance recitals and our Halloweens. On the very last page written in Shawn's handwriting "Happy 11th Birthday, Raven-Anniya!" And just underneath it, "Shawn P. Hunter & Cory Matthews"
"Thank you, Shawnie." I rested my hand on his shoulder. "You know my birthday was over a month ago, right?" I laughed.
He chuckled. "Yeah. But I wanted to wait for Cory to finish the book before I can give it to you." He rested his head on mine.
"So...social studies is going to be hard for you. If you need me to-" Shawn started but I stopped him.
"It's okay, Shawnie. Most of the kids in our class don't know any non-white people outside of school. You remember when Cory got his hair straightened?" Shawn nodded. "Well the girls he thought were making fun of him for his curly hair, were actually making fun of Dwayne Friedrick talking about why they wouldn't invite people like him to their stupid party. Making fun of his naturally curly hair because they could." I rolled my eyes, my mood suddenly sour.
"Those girls are just dumb then." Shawn put his hand on my head.
"But there are more people like them. People who will do more than not invite me to a party." I could see the confusion flash behind his eyes but I didn't want to tell him about it. He was still young. And this was nothing he'd have to experience but I don't want him to be as ignorant as the people I was talking about.
"You'd...you'd tell me if they..." He started but he stopped. I knew what he was talking about.
"Maybe." I answered honestly. He looked kinda hurt. "Sometimes Shawnie, you can't fix things. Not things like this."
"But I want to. I want to be able to help. For you." He rested his forehead against mine.
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"Raven!" I heard Jazmyne call me from downstairs. I went down to see her trying to balance boxes worth of school supplies in her hand. "Little help, please?" I quickly grabbed the smaller boxes.
"What's all this stuff for?" I asked, noticing half the random stuff in the box.
"I'm doing a project with my friends Linda, Tamara and Eric." She answered before unloading the boxes up in her room. "It's a multicultural thing."
"Cool."
"Yeah, so if you need me for anything, just call the Matthews house. Especially if Mom has a work thing." She concluded before she started working on the assignment.
"Okay." I nodded before going to my room. My ballet class was canceled today but my teacher said we should practice our routine. The calming music contrasted with the sharp moments, I tried to correct my movements using my shadow but it's easier to have someone else tell you what you need to fix.
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"Good morning, class. For the rest of the week I'm going to be your Social Studies teacher." Cory said the second I walked into the classroom. I froze in the doorway.
"Mr. Feeny? What's going on?" I asked, slowly took my seat beside Shawn and now diagonal from Mr. Feeny.
"Don't ask me. He's the man in charge." Mr. Feeny pointed to Cory and I groaned. This is going to suck!
"That's right, Raven, my friend. Me. I'm your new teacher, and my name is... Hey... Dude. That all right with you... George?" He wrote on the board.
"Mi clase es su clase." Mr. Feeny said, leaning back in the seat.
"And you guys know that rule about no baseball caps in class? History!" I watched as the boys in the class excitedly put their caps on. Topanga put her hand up, causing Cory to roll his eyes. "Yeah! Yeah, Topanga."
"If we're going to eliminate the cap rule can we also discard the dress code in its entirety?" I saw Cory's eyes widen fearfully.
"Why? You're not thinking about showing up... like, naked tomorrow, are you?" He asked her suspiciously.
"No. Although I find nothing shameful about nudity. I was thinking about wearing garments from cultures more in tune with the goddess. A sari, perhaps, or a pareo." She said assertively.
"Because nothing says cultural sensitivity like a white girl dressed in cultural garb she doesn't understand." I mumble to myself.
"Yeah, fine. As long as you're covered up."
"No, not fine! She can't just come to school dressed in someone's culture." I spoke up, staring at Cory only to realize the rest of the class had turned to stare at me.
"I just want to express my appreciation for their cultural beauty." She pouted but I didn't care.
"Do you even know the names of the goddesses you're planning on emulating? If you can't name them, say who they are and why they're prayed to, you shouldn't get to play dress up with something you don't understand." I slumped in my seat.
"People, people, people. Are we going to do our Social Studies work today?" Minkus called attention to himself.
"Minkus, Minkus, Minkus. Shut up." Shawn mocked.
"OK, guys, for homework tonight... read the first pages in Whatever that book was that George assigned us yesterday."
"The Diary of Anne Frank, you doofus." I muttered.
"But that was the assignment last night."
"Minkus! Not long ago, I was a student myself and I remember that sixth-graders don't always do their homework so this way, everyone gets a second chance."
"Excuse me, Mr Hey Dude, but I did my homework and I'm sure my Raven Beauty did too." Minkus bragged. That caused Cory to snap.
"Minkus, get a life. That's your homework assignment. Get a life." Cory exclaimed before the class erupted into complete chaos. I just sat back and continued reading Red Dragon.
It was sad that nobody was taking anything seriously.
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We were sitting in class the next day, Cory was trying desperately to get Shawn and I to help him. I wasn't listening to it. "Look, you have to help me get the class back under control."
"Hey, you're the one who let it get out of control." I looked up from my book to Shawn. He was right.
"Well, you're the one playing poker with Feeny." Cory rebutted. I rolled my eyes.
"Maybe if you took this class seriously, the class wouldn't be out of control." I continued reading. I had finished Red Dragon, so I started Silence Of The Lambs.
"Lighten up, man. You're starting to sound like a teacher." Shawn said before continuing to shuffle the cards as the bell rang. Cory walked to the front of the class as Topanga, who came to school in a sari, started moving her desk out of the way.
"Topanga, what are you doing?" Cory asked.
"Moving my desk out of the way. I've decided I'd rather sit on a traditional yoga cushion." Topanga sat on her cushion as Minkus moved his desk out of the way.
"Oh, come on, Minkus, don't tell me you want to sit on a yogurt cushion!" Cory whined.
"No. You told me to get a life. Now I'm going to be as fun as the next guy." Minkus started bouncing on a ball.
Cory let out a defeated sigh. "OK. I know things got a little loose here yesterday but we've got a test day after tomorrow and it's time to get down to business. Let's start With the roll call." Cory started doing the attendance. "Archer, Raven-Anniya." I raised my hand.
"Lawrence, Topanga." The girl was sitting in the lotus position.
"I'm channeling. I will only answer the name..." she growled. Literally.
"OK. Present, but not all here. Hunter, Shawn." Cory continued and I'm just now realizing he's not doing it in alphabetical order. "Hunter, Shawn." Again, Shawn didn't do anything. Cory was waving his hand in front of his face.
"Out of my face. I'm stacking the deck." Shawn pushed him away.
"Hey. Where's Mr. Feeny? I mean, George." Cory asked, looking for our previous teacher.
"Hey, dude. Sorry I'm late. I was chillin' with my homies." Mr. Feeny walked in dressed in a Philly's jersey. He sat in Cory's seat facing Shawn as he picked up the cards. "I'm in." He said as he started playing. He looked around the class with a depressed look on his face.
"Minkus, this is Social Studies. Stop making those paper turkeys." He tossed the book onto Minkus' desk.
"They're flamingoes, and quit calling me Minkus. You call everyone else by their first name... so start calling me Stuart." Cory whined.
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When the bell rang after school, I was shocked to see Jazmyne by my locker. Shawn smiled her way, waving as he walked me to her. "Hi Jazmyne." He said carrying my books as I opened my locker.
"Hey, Hunter. Sorry to have to steal your little bird today but Brianna said I've got to take her to the mall with my project partners." Shawn's smile fell for a second but he nodded.
"It's okay." Shawn rested his head on my shoulder, giving me a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, Sunshine." He pinched my cheek before he turned to his locker.
I put my books in my bag and started walking behind Jazmyne towards her classmates. I knew Eric but I didn't know anything about Linda but she was a very pretty Asian girl. I sat in the back of the bus clutching my book as I read. When we got to the mall, we went from store to store, me still reading and being careful not to walk into anyone. Eric and Linda were a bit behind Jazmyne and I when someone walked into me and stepped on my book.
"Watch it, kid." The man said, pushing past me and hitting me with his bag. Jazmyne was helping me up off the dirty floor as Eric and Linda went to confront him.
"Hey man, she's just a kid!" Eric said, pushing the jerk.
"Yeah. You didn't have to push her." Linda said. The man rolled his eyes and started walking away but Jazmyne pulled him back.
"You need to apologize. You walked into her." She said, glaring at the older man.
"I don't need to do shit." He said pushing Jazmyne off of him. Linda stopped Jazz from falling over.
"Hey!" Linda said, loudly. The jerk took a step towards the two teenage girls and Eric stepped over them protectively.
"You need to back off." He said to the jerk.
The dude scoffed. "You need to back off. Take your chink and your niggers and get the hell out of here." He pushed Eric, which caused a domino effect with the three teenagers, making them all topple onto the floor.
Linda started tearing up, Jazmyne just got quiet and I sat there with tears in my eyes. It's not something I wasn't used to but it still hurt when it happened.
"Come on, Birdie. Let's get you out of here." Eric said taking me to the bus stop. We hopped on the bus, each of us sitting in silence. Eric took my hand as tears fell over torn pages of my book. He rested my head over his shoulder. We got off the bus and walked into the Matthews' house.
"Come on, let's go sit on the couch, all right?" Eric guided all of us to the couch and I finally broke. I was sitting on the chair sobbing. Jazmyne came up, holding my book out to me. I didn't even notice that I dropped it. I opened it and pages came falling out. I started crying more as the book fell from my hand.
"Eric?" Cory asked, looking around the room at all the sad or angry people.
"I've got it, Cor." Eric consoled a crying Linda. "Everything is going to be oK, all right?"
"Eric?" Cory looked over at me, pointing at my tear stained face.
"I'll talk to you later, Cor." Eric said in a more assertive tone.
"It's getting chilly out there." Amy came in.
"Linda! Linda! What's wrong with Linda?" Morgan rounded the corner and saw Linda crying. She looked over and saw me. "What happened to Raven?" She walked over and hugged my head.
"Some jerk at the mall called us some bad names." Jazmyne said. She was sad too, but her sadness was mixed with anger too.
"Where? Our mall?" Cory asked.
"What did he call you?" Morgan turned to Jazmyne.
"It's not important, Morgan." I spoke between choked sobs.
"In our mall right here?" Cory asked again. Morgan gave Linda and I tissues.
"Thanks, Morgan." When I got the tissue.
"A boy at daycare once called me poo-poo head." Morgan tried to console us.
"That's not very nice." I replied as she handed a tissue to Linda.
"Thanks, Morgan." Linda smiled graciously.
"Mom." Eric looked over at her, pleadingly.
"Come on, Morgan. Let's make some hot cocoa for everybody." Amy grabbed a hold of the young blond. Eric held my hand.
"Man, sometimes people can be total idiots." Eric looked at his brother, not accusingly but the venom behind his eyes was evident.
"This happened today?" Cory said, disbelieving. He looked at me but I looked away.
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The next day, I walked into class with Shawn only to see Cory in a suit and tie.
"Hey, Mr. GQ. Nice neckwear." Shawn said jokingly. He's been joking around all morning. I know he knows something is wrong but I have been denying everything. I didn't want to burden him.
"Excellent Windsor knot. Did your mom tie it?" Minkus said as I slumped in my seat. I had no motivation to do anything today.
"Minkus... Stuart, I need your help. You're the smartest kid in class... maybe if you pay attention to me some of the other kids will."
"Why should I help you? You made fun of Mr. Feeny, and said he gets paid too much." Minkus crossed his arms defiantly.
"Look, Minkus, I'm only coming to you because Raven isn't doing well today." Cory glared but the bell rang before he could say more.
Mr. Feeny walked in and looked at Cory. "Hey, dude. Ooh, that suit. It's not cool."
"Class, I'd like to talk to you today about prejudice... and how it still exists in today's world." Mr.Feeny turned to Cory as he spoke. "I didn't even know that till last night when I saw some really smart, totally cool girls... crying their eyes out because some idiot at the mall... called them bad names. My lesson for today is that when people treat other people badly... because of their skin color or their religion or where they come from...then real smart, totally cool people... can really suffer." Cory passed my desk, dropping a note between my elbow and my head.
'I'm sorry for this. I just need to get to him' as well as a quote from the book. I looked over at him, as he nodded his head towards Shawn. I then realized that aside from Mr. Feeny, I was the only one really listening.
"Hey, George, this isn't gum. These are Rolaids." Shawn said, looking at our teacher.
"Deal me out of this one, Mr. Hunter." Mr. Feeny said, giving Cory more attention.
"What? Why?" Shawn asked.
"OK. You win. I'm a crummy teacher, and I resign. Hey, Shawn, before your mother got married... what was her name again?" Cory turned to the blue eyed boy.
"Cordini." He answered.
"Cordini. So, that would make you a wop, right?" Cory said, nonchalantly.
"CORY!?" I yelled. I didn't think he was going to do that.
"What did you call me?" Shawn looked up at Cory in shock. Shook his head, festering in his anger.
"You heard what I called you." Cory spoke clearly, before he looked at me and nodded.
"Whatever, man." Shawn rolled his eyes and started playing solitaire.
"I guess I understand why you don't care. You spend your day with a monkey and her family of crows. It's astonishing how smart she is though. I honestly expected Ebonics when we first met her."
I looked up at him in fake shock. Did he really think that? No. Before I left his house last night, he asked Jazmyne what kind of things people have said to her and her family. Cory didn't even know what Ebonics is this morning. He literally held up a paper and asked me what it was this morning. I expected him to say this. What I didn't expect was for Shawn to slam him into the door.
"What did you just call her?" Shawn practically snarled, slamming Cory into the door. Nobody said anything.
"Do I need to say it again?" Cory quipped, sarcastically. He seemed unphased when Shawn slammed him to the door again.
"Say it again, I'll kill you!" Shawn screamed.
"Mr. Hunter!" Mr. Feeny intervened.
"Did you hear what he called her?" Shawn looked guffawed.
"Yes I did. And I heard what he called you. What are you going to do about it?"
"He's the teacher." Shawn looked at Mr. Feeny confusion.
"What are you going to do about it?" The older man asked. It seemed to trigger Shawn.
"I'm gonna knock his head off!" Shawn pushed Cory.
"What if you couldn't? What if you couldn't do anything about it?" Cory exclaimed, pushing Shawn back.
"What?" Shawn buffered.
"What if you lived in a country where I could kill you just because of your mom's last name?" Cory spoke loudly for the class.
"Cory, what are you talking about?" Shawn asked.
"A -year-old girl is dead! Doesn't anybody care?" Cory faced the rest of the class.
"Cory..." I sat up slightly, trying to calm him down. He looked at me for a minute before holding the book over to Shawn.
"She was like Raven, Shawn. She was real smart and totally cool. She wrote this book. Her name Was Anne Frank." He pulled his Cory up. "They say she died of typhus but they killed her... because her name Was Anne Frank. Anne Frank was a victim of antisemitism." He said incorrectly but I was so proud, I didn't think I should say anything.
"Anti-Semitism." Mr. Feeny corrected.
"Thank you, Mr. Feeny. You have to read this book... and you have to pass this test... not because of me but because when someone calls someone else a bad name... it's not good that just that one person jumps up. We all have to jump up." Cory pointed at Shawn approvingly. Cory turned back to me. "Raven-Anniya?" He nodded to the book.
"In spite of everything... I still believe that people are really good at heart." I quoted.
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On Monday after school, Shawn and I were sitting in the park when he pulled out his test. He looked really nervous when I unfolded it. He got a B. "You got a B!" I was beaming.
"Yeah, I really wanted to do well." He nodded sheepishly.
"And you don't want to do well on all your other stuff?" I asked, jokingly poking him but he grabbed my hand.
"I wanted to do well because this was important. When it's something important I want..." he stopped before he could finish. "I wanted you to be proud of me." He answered honestly.
"I am proud of you. You defended me when nobody else did. I'd be proud of you anyway." I hugged him. He chuckled.
"You spoke up first, Sunshine." Shawn flipped my hair over my face.
We stayed in the park for a few more hours. I had spent most it reading The Diary of Anne Frank again.
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It Just Happened ~ Ricky Bowen X Reader
Summary: (You are aged up in this) You and Ricky have been friends since you were young, and you have a light crush on him. One day when he comes over, things get juicy.
Warnings: Cussing, fluff, alcohol, light smut.
Pairing: Ricky Bowen X Female reader (you can change it if you'd like).
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"I'm bored." says Jenna, my friend since first grade. I sat down next to her, "What do you wanna do?"
"I don't know. Should we invite more people? There's nothing to do. And omg it's a great day outside." says Jenna
"Okay, I'll call Ricky." I say
"The one you kinda like?" asks Jenna
"... How do you know that?" I ask
"Your face lit up when you said Ricky."
"Well... Okay, maybe I kinda like him. But that doesn't mean I won't hang out with you."
Jenna laughs, "Come on. I'll leave, I have things to do anyway. Have fun with your boyfriend."
"Jenna..." I say
"Y/nnnnn..." says Jenna
"Stayyy." I say
"No, I will be leaving, and youu are gonna thank me and that's that! Now byeeeee!" she says and leaves before I can say anything. Well, alright then.
"Fine. Love you!" I say
"Love you, too!" she screams back. Then I call Ricky after asking my mom if he can come over, which she says he's always welcome.
"Hey, Y/n/n. What's up?" he picks up
"Hey, Ricky. Wanna come over?" I ask
"What if I'm not in Salt Lake?"
"Ricky, we both know you are, I saw you two days ago." I say
"What if I moved away?"
"You didn't."
I hear him chuckle, "Alright, fine. I'm coming give me... 10 minutes."
"Alright, byeee!" I say, then hang up.
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After 10 minutes I hear the doorbell ring. I open it to see Ricky with a grin on his face.
"Heyy, come on in!" I say, and we go to the living room.
"How've you been?" he asks
"I've been, okay. You?" I ask
"Same here. I miss being drunk though." he says, we used to go to parties and drink almost every week. Then high school was over and we both just decided to get a job and not go to college yet.
"How long has it been since you last drank?" I ask
"Eh. About a month." he says
"Wow... How did you survive?" I ask
"I just did..." he says, then sees an alcohol bottle on one of the tables that my brother just forgot to put away after his 'experiment'... Don't ask, "Ooo!" he tries to grab the bottle and opens it, but I stop him before he does.
"Ricky, no." I say, and grab the bottle away from him, kind of spilling it.
"What? I was just gonna drink a little bit." he says
"I don't care. Don't drink right now." I say, as I grab a towel to clean the mess Ricky made me do.
"Fine." he says as he watches me clean it. After I'm done cleaning the table, I clean the bottle as well in case it spilled on it. As I close the cap and make sure it's tight I feel Ricky put his head on my shoulder, and his arms around my waist, "Whatchu doing?" I try and hide my blush.
"Hm, you're warm." he says in a childish voice.
"Alright." I say, "I need to put the bottle away, though."
"Just put it on the table where you found it." he says, I guess it makes sense. My brother needs to learn to clean after himself anyway.
"Alright, fine." I say putting the bottle back on the table. That's when I realized that Ricky smelled... Different. Is he wearing cologne?
"Hey, when did you start wearing cologne--" I started as I turned around but got cut off by his lips smashing on mine. His arms never leaving my waist.
I pull away, "Are you sure you're not drunk..?"
"Yeah." he says, as he kisses me again. I don't say anything, just kiss back and put my arms around his neck.
I feel him sit down on the couch and get me on his lap as he pulls me closer. He pulls me so close that... Omg... I can feel it. I can feel his... Uh... You know...
It's getting harder by the second. He starts to kiss down my neck which gives me a chance to speak, "Ricky, what's gotten into you?"
"Do you know how hot you look right now?" he asks, stopping and looking at me. What does he mean? I'm just wearing a little oversized t-shirt and shorts.
"I'm just wearing a t-shirt." I chuckle
"Well, you always look hot to me anyway." he says. Is he really sure he isn't drunk?
"No, Y/n. I'm not drunk." he says, shit, did I say that out loud?
"No, you didn't say it out loud, I just know what you're thinking." he says, I mean true he's known me since first grade.
"Exactly." he says
"Okay, stop reading my thoughts." I say as I reposition myself on his lap because I was kind of crooked. He pulls me closer as I do so.
"Ricky, I don't know if you're in the right mind. You may not be drunk, but you're not thinking straight." I say
"I am. Y/n, I've liked you since... I don't even know, it's been a while. But you haven't paid attention to me at all, so I tried to date Alyssa and other girls to distract myself but they never got me the way you did. The way you do. The only reason I tried something today was because Jenna told me you kinda like me." he says
"Jenna said what?" I ask
He chuckles, "Was she right? I-is she right?"
I look him in the eyes trying to pull a prank on him. His slight smile faded, "Oh... Well, alright then. Sorry." he said as he tried to get up.
Then I smirk, "She's right. Don't worry." then I kissed him again, making him moan. I felt him harden even more under me, and he pulled me closer, grinding me on him.
"Want to take this upstairs?" he asks
I smirk, "Sure."
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The second we enter my room he closes the door and locks it, pinning me against the wall and pulling me close as he kisses me. My hands travel around his neck, then as one hand stays there just tugging on his hair, the other travels down to his chest, to his waist, and then I grab his crotch. I just feel how hard it is for a second and make a memory of its shape. He groans and pushes me on the bed, pinning my arms above me.
He kisses me again, grinding onto me making the both of us moan. I take off his shirt as he takes off mine. I take a moment to look at his abs, holy shit they're insane. I feel them as he kisses my chest after a moment of looking at them with lust.
His kisses trail down to my stomach, and to my thighs, before he gets to that one spot, he looks up at me asking for permission. But I smirked and flipped us around, "You've had your fun. Now, it's my turn."
He smirks as I started to kiss him again, then start to kiss his neck.
"That's too bad. I wanted to taste you." he groans.
"You'll taste me some other day." I say as I start trailing kisses down his stomach, feeling his strong muscles, and then stop as I come across his boxers. I look up to him for permission to take them off, but he just smirks and flips us around like I did to him, "Some other time, babe."
His hand then reaches into my panties, and starts drawing circles on my clit, "Wow... All this for me?"
I chuckle, "Looks like it." he then inserts a finger in me, causing me to moan as he moves his finger in and out, then inserting another one.
"Ricky..." I say
"Hm?" he says
"I need you." I say
"Need me to do what?" he smirks
"I need you inside me." I say
"As you wish." he says, then takes off his boxers, revealing his hard and red member. Without a second thought, he positions his member to my entrance, and slides it in.
It doesn't hurt as much, because I was really horny and wet. But I've heard that normally it does hurt if this is your first time.
"Holy shit. You're so tight. How are you so tight?" asks Ricky.
"Cause this is my first time." I say, trying not to moan.
"Same here." he says
"Really?" I ask surprised.
"Yeah. Why are you so surprised?" he asks
"I don't know. I mean, look at you..." I say
"Aww, you're too cute. I wouldn't rather do this with anyone but you." he says, as he gets faster. And faster. And even faster.
My hands dig into my back, moans fill the room. And after a while we both release as Ricky pulls out.
"Holy... Fuck..." he says while catching his breath.
"Indeed..." I say, he looks at me, "Please tell me we're dating now."
I smirk, "We are."
"I love you."
"I love you, too."
#hsmtmts#ricky bowen#ricky bowen imagines#joshua bassett imagines#rickybowensmut#joshuabassettsmut#hsmtmtssmut
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Florida GOP bill bans young girls from discussing periods in school
I hate Florida. I really, really do.
I grew up in Michigan. My school did not have a nurse, we had a period talk in 5th grade from our younger teachers who made us watch an awkward film about a girl getting her first period while the boys were in the gym learning how not to kill people with either their stink or with ax body spray. The girls were periodically asking if we could leave.
I promise some of those girls had already started their periods and had a talk with their mothers if they were lucky. My mother is awkward and half British, so she left a book on my bed called 'The Care and Keeping of You' from American Girl. Which is still in print, but updated (the tampon page haunts me).
I got my first ever period when I was twelve, laying in a coffin while working in a haunted forest and managed to not stain the white dress I was wearing in the process. I used toilet paper for the rest of the coffin shift and for a week after that because I could not tell my mother, the words would not leave my throat. She found out a week later of course from my pile of bloodstained underwear in the laundry and laughed at me.
In short, periods was never discussed again after fifth grade. We had... some kind of sex education our Freshman year of high school, but it literally lasted maybe two days, was part of our health class which included six months of gym. This part of health class was literal bullshit, most of it discussed healthy living habits, we all goofed off. The only sex discussion related only to abstinence, lasted less than two days and one of the Sophomore girls was very, very pregnant.
None of what I experienced or what the Christian Fascists wants to make socially acceptable needs to come to pass. The Republican party wants the ignorance and fear of young girls going through natural changes, they want them to feel disgusting and lesser in their own eyes. Republicans hate women and want them to suffer for not being men and the best way to ingrain that is during a vulnerable, confusing time in their lives. Removing the ability to teach girls about a natural process and open a door to understanding also removes the opportunity to be educated about sex in a country where women have become second class citizens, expected to martyr themselves for nonviable pregnancies, or die because they cannot access the health care they need.
Removing the ability to talk about periods and puberty with girls opens doors for them to be abused as they grow up, abused by a lack of knowledge and access to resources to help them navigate their reproductive health at all stages, abused by men who will lie to them about sex and protection, and finally, abused by the state who will not allow them the opportunity to receive care when an inevitable pregnancy goes wrong.
#Florida#ron desantis#ron deathsantis#sex education#puberty#period mention#menstruation#periods#roguepen writes#reproductive rights#reproductive health#bodily autonomy#I'm very angry#why are we regressing like this?
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There she is, the girl that I had had a crush on all through high school. I haven’t seen her in at least four years since graduation. She still looks the same. Same small frame, about 5 ft 2 in, and maybe 130 pounds. In high school she was head cheerleader. She was very prude and knew she was the hottest girl in school. She used to tease me because she knew I liked her. She would make fun of me for it and say things like:
“Do you really think you’d ever have a chance with a girl like me?”
“I’m way out of your league.”
“You’ll never be with someone as hot as me.”
And for the most part she was right. I was just a scrawny guy with straight A’s and wasn’t really good at much else. A lot has changed since then. With my good grades I was able to get into a good college. I had just graduated with my Bachelors and was now going back to get my Masters. I’m also not a scrawny guy anymore. Since high school I have wanted to reinvent myself and never be overlooked again by girls. So I hit the gym hard, work out 5 times a week, and make sure to do my cardio. I’m about 6ft and a solid 245 lbs. I’m built and I love the new me.
I’m sure she won’t recognize me when I walk past the stair stepper that she’s on, but when I cross her path she stops me and calls my name. I’m surprised and turn to meet her gaze. I’m met with much more than that. She’s off of the stair stepper and just a few steps away. She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me.
We chat for a bit. Mostly we catch up through small talk. I learn that she graduated college as well but just with a liberal arts degree. She isn’t sure what she wants to do with her life, so she’s just working as a waitress for now. She’s hot and has the body for it, so she makes good tips. She goes on to say how she wishes she hadn’t teased me so much in high school. How I was a sweet guy and probably the only guy who liked her for her and not just because she was the hottest girl in school. I appreciate what she says but don’t really pay much attention to it. She says she’ll let me get back to my workout and beads back to hers. It’s pretty late, almost 2am, and she wants to finish up and head home to get some sleep.
I go to start my workout. I see that the room is empty besides us and the couple workers that are here, so I just pop my headphones out of the jack and play my music out loud. It’s an easy day, nothing but shoulders and back. I get through my workout and work up a nice sweat. I look around and she’s gone, so I figure she finished her workout and left. I head towards the locker room. Usually I shower and leave, but now I want to go sit in the Sauna for a little bit.
I put my clothes in the locker, wrap myself in a towel, and head towards the Sauna. I’m super excited for this. I need it. My muscles are super sore. I go to open the door and crack it a bit...and there she is. She is in the boys’ locker room Sauna. But what is she doing..? After a few seconds of surprise, I notice she is laying on the bench playing with her pussy. The sight of this gets me hard. I stand there for a minute and watch as she rubs herself and moans.
I slip in and stand over her and say,
“Now what do we have here?”
She sits up and tries to cover herself. I grab her towel and wave my index finger.
“Oh no, you’re not gonna cover up. I’ve wanted this for such a long time and all you did was make fun of me. I’m gonna show you how much I’ve changed. How much of a man I have become.”
She tries to protest, but I’m not having it. We are the only two here and she is gonna take my cock. I walk closer to her and she tries to move away. I grab a handful of her hair and force her to her knees. Then I drop my towel. My cock is no more than a couple inches away from her face. I am already semi hard.
“Open your mouth, you little slut. I’m gonna fuck your throat like I wanted to all those years ago.”
She continues to protest but I grab my cock and put it up against her lips and squeeze her nose shut so she has to open her mouth to breathe. When she does, I shove my cock into her mouth and begin to thrust it in and out between her lips. She tries to fight it, but after a few thrusts she starts to get into it. She bobs her head over my cock and takes it deep into her throat and gags on it. It feels so good. She has me moaning and gripping her hair and fucking her face.
I stand her up and bend her over and put her right leg up on the bench. She didn’t think it would get this far. I can feel the hesitation in her body. She must’ve really liked what I was doing to her though because she is dripping wet, but when I try to tease her clit with my cock she pushes me off and closes her legs. I grab her by her hair and pull her head back.
“You listen to me...I’m going to fuck this pussy. You’re going to put your leg on that bench and you’re going to cum on my cock, whether you like it or not.”
I put her leg on the bench and shove my cock into her pussy. She is dripping wet so I slide deep into her pussy with one stroke. She moans and arches her back, putting me deeper into her. She is so tight on my cock. It is everything I knew it would be. I know this isn’t one of those making love moments though. I’m gonna fuck her brains out and make her remember this moment.
I rub my hand from her back to her neck and up onto her head. I ball up my hand and grab a big handful of her hair and pull her head back to suck on her neck. I smack her ass with my other hand.
*smack*
She lets out a small moan.
*smack*
*smack*
Her moans become louder. I am giving her long, deep strokes, but they aren’t slow. I want her to feel every inch of my cock as I pound her to orgasm. I can feel her grip my cock when I pull out, and when I slam back into her she can’t help but moan. She is creaming all over me. I pull halfway out and scoop it off my cock and show it to her.
“Look at what I’m doing to you. You’re loving every bit of me fucking your pussy.”
I put my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself. I start to fuck her again. I reach up and start to play with her breast. Her nipples are so hard and I love grabbing them between my fingers and squeezing them. Her moans become louder and her breaths are speeding up. I can feel her pussy start to grip my cock and I know she is very close to orgasm. I wrap my arm around her throat and squeeze. I guess this is too much for her because she starts to squeeze my cock harder. The feeling is too much to handle. I can feel my orgasm getting nearer, so while she is still in mid orgasm I move my mouth close to her ear and say:
“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, because I’m about to fill this pussy up with my cum.”
It takes her a second to process what I have just said, and when she finally does it is too late. I have already thrust deep into her, and the last squeeze her pussy gives me is all I need. I unload deep inside of her and when she feels that first jet of cum shoot into her the only thing she can say is:
“No, you can’t! I’m not on any birth control.”
I guess my cock hears this and I feel a huge jet of cum shoot inside of her and it feels so good. I can’t tell if she is still cumming or if she is having another orgasm, but her pussy starts to squeeze on my cock again. It feels like it is sucking the tip of my cock and all of my sperm inside of her cervix.
This is too much for my sensitive cock head. I try to pull out, but her pussy is sucking me in and I can’t. I just stay deep inside of her and wait until I get soft. Her pussy finally lets me go and I step back and my dick flops out. I keep your leg up and look at your pussy to see if any cum will drip out. Not one drop does. I know her pussy wanted my seed and it made sure to keep it all. I look at her and say:
“Now get out of my locker room, and I’ll see you same time tomorrow for another deposit.”
She grabs her towel and heads toward the door. She turns around and smiles as she pushes the door open to head to the girls’ room for a shower. I can tell she wanted to say something but just kept it to herself. She leaves and I stay sitting on the bench. I just can’t stop thinking about how good her pussy felt and how I never would’ve had the balls to do what I just did to her in high school. I stand up and go to take a quick shower. I’m dressed and heading out when I see her drive past me and wave. I think I could get used to this!
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"We really are meant for each other, aren't we?"
Yandere! Josuke Higashikata x Yandere! Reader
Summary: You move to Morioh and Josuke wants to be friends with you. What happens when, after spending months only with Josuke and his group, a boy interferes with you? What will Josuke do? And, what happens when he finds out you two are the same?
word count: 2.9k
tw!: violent fight scenes, slight manipulation, sexual tension, blood, yandere behavior, reader uses their stand to beat up two girls
this was a random idea I had. also, yandere josuke >>. don't forget to leave me any requests you want. enjoy!!
Your life was pretty simple until you moved to Morioh. Oh, and how simple it was. Nobody was talking to you, you weren't talking to anybody. You didn't have a crush, you weren't worried about anything other than getting good grades. You would simply entertain yourself with your power, growing roses and taking care of them. Oh yes, you had some kind of power that was only seen by you. It was like a second-you, but like, invisible! You could grow roses with or without thrones and climb high buildings with its help. It was also fast, not letting anything hurt you. At first, when you accidentally discovered it by dodging a dart you didn't even know was thrown at you, you were scared. Over time, you grew fond of it and started using it to your advantage: like when you broke a weirdo's leg because he was cat-calling you.
Anyways, you thought your life would be the same as it was...
Until you met him. Him and his stupidly attractive face. Him and his sweet personality. He who loved to tease you. He, who came straight to you after your first week of high school and asked to be your friend. Higashikata Josuke.
At first, you didn't think much of your first meeting. It was kind of awkward:
You were never approached, therefore you didn't know how to react so you just stared at him. He raised a brow and tilted his head, confused.
"Hey, did you hear me? I asked what's your name. I know you're new here so, I thought, you know, maybe we could be friends." You heard the taller boy speak to you again and you blinked.
"I...uhm...I'm Y/N. I...Yeah, we could be friends, I guess." You replied shyly, scratching the back of your head.
"Mm, this sounds like you think I'm not good enough to be your friend, doesn't it?" He asked in a teasing tone, a small smirk planted on his face.
"I-It's not that! I just...Back in my town, I didn't have any friends so I thought that it will be the same here and you...kinda caught me off guard." A blush crept up your face and you took a step back.
After that he introduced you to his friends: Koichi and Okuyasu and you were quickly accepted. As months passed, you two became closer. His mom already knew you since he invited you over many times.
The downside was that you started developing feelings for him. You weren't sure if he felt the same since he was friendly with everybody. You also learned that he hated when somebody insulted his hair so you made sure to always compliment it.
One thing that annoyed you at him was that he was popular. Everybody liked Josuke. They didn't have any reason not to, but it still made you angry that girls were all over him, greeting and complimenting him. And why was he so nice to them? He had you now! He didn't need them!
"Hi, Josuke." You smiled at him as he picked you up from your third class. "How was your English exam?"
"Hm, fine I think. Might get an 80 or 85, who knows. How about you? What did you do at Biology?" Josuke asked, knowing you were stressed about it these last weeks.
"Probably a 95! I think I got one answer wrong, but it was only 5 points so no problem!" You said, happy you were finally over with them.
"There's my smartass." He smirked, ruffling your hair. You two started walking to the cafeteria, when you heard two girls running towards you, yelling Josuke's name. They quickly got there and started clinging onto him, giving him the same old compliments, making you roll your eyes. You had enough of their bullshit and you knew exactly what to do: Deal with them after school, since you knew their usual spot. It was behind the school, less crowded so it would be easy to deal with them.
"I forgot my pencil case in class, I'll go get it." You tell Josuke, well...At least tried to, since the girls somehow multiplied and from two, they became six. You sighed irritated and went back to your class, grabbing your dark blue pencil case. You opened it to see if anything was missing when you suddenly saw a small piece of paper in there. 'Meet me in the school's garden, I wanna talk. -Haru'. Haru, who was it? Ah yes, the tall, brunette boy which whom you shared both Biology and Chemistry classes. He was cute, even hot you could say, but you barely talked. What could he possibly want to talk with you?
Shrugging, you debated in your head if you should go or not. You had nothing to lose, if he tried anything weird, you could use Rose Kiss to break his arms and run away. Stuffing your pencil case in your backpack, you headed to the school's garden with a small smile on your face. He was standing on a bench near the roses with a small bouquet of blue lilies in his hands. You patted his back, offering him an amused smile when he turned scared at you.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." You said and he somehow looked...relieved when he realized it was you.
"Wow, you actually came! Take a seat please!" Haru said, patting the place beside him. "I c-can't believe you actually came, wow. Oh also, this is for you. I know you like flowers, but roses seemed kinda boring so I brought these!" You raised a brow at how flustered he was, accepting the beautiful lilies. They smelled incredible and they were really pretty.
"Thank you. They are incredible. Also, why wouldn't I? I'm surprised you invited me here, we barely talked and you didn't seem to notice me." You giggled softly, smelling the lilies again.
"How couldn't I notice you? You are so pretty and you are also really smart! Also, you are kind and honest and I don't know why don't people talk to you. I've only seen you with Higashikata and his friends." Haru let out a small sigh and you couldn't help but blush at his words. This is how people viewed you? As pretty, honest, smart, and kind? This was a much-needed confidence boost.
"T-Thanks. What did you want to talk about, Haru?" You asked, curiosity taking over you.
"Actually, nothing. I just wanted to spend time with you and you know, maybe become friends." The boy beside you said and he offered you a bright smile when you let out a small "Sounds good". This was the start of a new friendship.
Over the past week, you started spending a little less time with Josuke and more time with Haru. He made you forget about your worries targeting Josuke, distracting you from him and his fangirls. Of course, you didn't lose your feelings for Josuke, still feeling jealous whenever he was close to girls, but it was nice having a distraction.
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That did not go unnoticed by Josuke. He felt rage bubbling up inside him whenever he saw you and him laughing. Why were you laughing as much with Haru? Did you replace him? You were his, you didn't need that boy! He wasn't even half as attractive or as good as him. His frown deepened when you and he walked into the cafeteria laughing, you hitting his shoulder randomly while a small blush was covering your cheeks. Josuke threw you two a glare that ugly that if looks could kill, you both would be dead already. But he wasn't mad at you, of course. How could he be mad at such a perfect person as you? No, he was mad at that boy. How dare he think that he was good for you? Nobody was good enough for you, except himself. He was here first. He was your first friend, he was the first to see you cry, and he was the first to come over to your house. He was the only one who deserved you.
"What's wrong man?" He heard Okuyasu ask, taking a deep breath.
"Nothing," Josuke mumbled, massaging his temples. His rage could probably be seen on his face so he tried to calm down. He needed to have a small talk with that boy before he did something. He got up, made sure you were somewhere else, and went to where he was seated. "Hello, Haru." He said in a calm tone, a fake smile plastered on his face. "Can we talk?"
"Oh, Josuke? Yeah sure, is there something wrong?" Haru frowned. Why did Josuke want to talk with him?
"Somewhere more private, if we could." He requested and the shorter boy nodded, getting up and following him. Probably his biggest mistake, after the fact that he decided to talk with you.
The two boys arrived at a secluded part of the school, where Josuke simply put his hands into his pockets. "I will only say this once." He started, looking dead serious. "You will stay away from Y/N. You will not be their deskmate anymore. You will not give them gifts anymore. And you definitely will not spend time with them. Don't even look in their direction. They are mine and mine only. Did I make myself clear?"
Yep, clearly a mistake.
"No, I won't? You aren't Y/N's boyfriend, you have no right to tell me what to do." Another mistake. Josuke huffed annoyed, rolling his eyes.
"I don't think you understand what's happening here. I'm not giving you a choice, I'm not asking you to stay away from them. I'm telling you to."
"And I'm telling you that I won't listen to you. Why do you think Y/N prefers staying with me more than she prefers staying with you? They don't like you." Haru said, rolling his eyes.
"You seem to not understand. It's fine if you don't want to listen. I'll make you listen." Josuke says and takes Crazy Diamond out. Before Haru knows it, he feels something grab him by the neck and slam him against the nearest wall. Then, he felt as if he was being punched by someone, but Josuke never moved from his original place. What the hell was happening?!
Josuke smirked letting Crazy Diamond use the poor boy as a punching bag. "Tell me now, dear Haru. Will you listen to me? I can easily heal you if you swear you will never get close to Y/N again." He said after some time, getting bored of watching the boy being beaten up by his stand.
"Y-Yes! P-Please, let me go!" The boy screamed and the taller one started laughing, making his stand let him down, Haru's body hitting the ground.
"I didn't hear you swear," Josuke said, getting closer to him, his hands still in his pockets.
"I s-swear I will never get close to them again." The boy was covered in blood, groaning in pain. He was about to pass out when Josuke made his stand to heal him.
"If you ever do as much as look at them again, what happened now will be a child's play compared with what am I going to do to you. Also, you will not say a thing about it to anyone, got it?" He whispered and the boy nodded in fear. "Good."
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While he finished with Haru, you found yourself in the same situation as Josuke. As you were in the school, fixing yourself while looking in the little mirror in your hands, you heard two girls talk about how one of them finally kissed Josuke's cheek. You felt anger fill you up when you heard the oh-so-exciting news.
"You did what?" You asked, your voice going down with two octaves, rage plastered on your face. You were in one of the school's emptiest halls, the one that lead to your Physics laboratory.
"What, are you deaf? I kissed his cheek. Don't tell me you like him, weirdo." The shorter girl said, her high-pitched voice scratching your brain in the wrong places.
"Stay away from Josuke. He's mine." You said, stopping before them.
"Pfft, don't make me laugh. Josuke would never look at someone like you. He is just nice to you since he knows nobody would like you either way and he is too kind to be mean. I even heard you had no friends before him." The other one says, making you grab the bridge of your nose.
"Do I look like I'm kidding? You stay away from him and we will be good. Or else, you will find out I'm not somebody whose nerves you play with." You threatened, your stand already summoned. You knew they couldn't see it, but it made you feel more powerful.
"Aish, you really think you are scaring us? You are just crazy about him and don't realize he will never see you more than his classmate. Bet you think you will be together with him one day." They laughed, rolling their eyes.
"Fine..." You mumbled, smirking as your stand was behind them.
"Wipe that stupid smirk off you-" The first one wants to say but Rose Kiss grabbed them by their necks, slamming their head together.
"Now tell me, what would you like to have broken more, legs or arms? Or maybe, I could break your neck! Or...hm, maybe rip off your dirty lips for even trying to kiss my Josuke." You said, and judging by the fear on their faces, you knew you look psychotic. "Oh, I know! I will do all of them!" You said, slamming them against each other as if they were some useless dolls, laughing at their pleas. You were having fun breaking their limbs when you remembered you had a class to attend.
"As much as I would like to break every single one of your bones for making me endure seeing your filthy hands touching my Josuke every single fucking day, I have to go, class. Now, to end this, you two will never go near him again. You won't even breathe next to him. And tell your friends this too. I don't want to see any of you around him, or else I will make sure that Morioh's hospitals will be full of you little shits. Did I make myself clear?" You said in a sweet tone, sending them a bittersweet smile.
"Y-Yes! J-Just leave us alone!" One of them screamed and you noticed both of them were bleeding. You clicked your tongue, closed your eyes to calm down, and turned on your heels.
After the long, boring rest of the day, you head back home. When you entered and were about to go upstairs, you felt somebody pull you by your wrist. Startled, you wanted to punch the intruder, but when you turned and saw Josuke, you stiffened.
"Y'know, what you put up in the hall during the physics class was quite a show, dear. Even though, I have to say I'm glad to find out I'm yours." The boy said in a playful tone, leaning over you.
"H-How much did you see?" You stuttered, backing away, scared that he might hate you. You didn't even ask what he was doing here, the news about him knowing what you did was too shocking.
"Hm, sadly I only saw the parts after you said you were going to do "all of them". Not sure what those 'them' were, but still." He didn't seem scared, nor disgusted, he actually seemed... amused? He slowly pushed you until your back hit the wall. "But tell me, Y/N..." Josuke mumbled, leaning to whisper in your ear. "Why do you call me yours, but ignore me for that little boy, Haru?" He asked in a different tone, sending shivers down your spine.
"I...I don't like Haru." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt him that close to you. You were going insane with every second you felt the heat of his body and you inhaled his scent.
"Oh, I'm sure you don't. In fact, you are not allowed to like him." You let a small whimper leave your throat when you feel his teeth nibble at your ear. "You're going to pay for this."
"P-Pay for what?" You stuttered, your breathing uneven.
"For driving me this mad." Said Josuke when you gripped his shoulders tightly. "Before you came here, everything was normal. After you came...You've been on my mind every single day ever since I met you. I knew we were meant to be. And the fact that you have a stand makes it even more lovely. We are made for each other, aren't we?" Him saying those mad things to you made you rub your thighs together, whimpering again and again when you felt him biting at your soft flesh.
"J-Josuke, please." You mumbled, already air-headed by his touch.
"Say it. Say we are meant for each other and I'll do whatever you want me to." You whined at his tone, letting out a soft cry.
"We are meant for each other. I'm yours, Josuke. Only yours." You said in a shaky breath and he caught your lips between his.
We could say you two had a really fun time together.
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oh god hi. gothweebcleats here again. i’m finally catching up to the new episodes (still only on 47!! i’m dragging my partner through them) but dear god
(also using canon pronouns rn im a lil put of it LAWL) (also also warning possible sad ahead)
honestly i loved LOVED!!! freddie whipping out taylor’s emotions in hell or high father. like. yeah taylor’s a good fun kid he takes very little seriously and he likes himself and that makes for a charismatic sorta dude that seems like he doesn’t really think much. but god no this kid since day one has been wanting his dad he’s so curious he can barely contain it ‘there’s an empty spot waiting for you where are you’ he loves his mom so so much and she will never be a replacement she will never fill that hole. dad where are you. dad there you are and my first impression of you is terrifying. all i hear is fighting and my friend and i need to be safe we need to get out. my friend left himself behind for you and youre telling me to leave him forever? dude that sucks. no wonder you werent around. i wish i didn’t remember you anymore and that there was a different you here taking care of me
and also thinking abt lincoln. link who loves his dads more than anything. link who thinks knows how important his dads are to his wellbeing, that he wont be safe if his dads arent there. link who grew up and learned his fathers were people too. link growing up and seeing his dad’s mistake firsthand link growing up and seeing that he has to fix his dad’s problem. link knowing his dad cares for him link knowing his dad doesn’t care for him correctly (don’t get me started on grant) link knowing his dad will always love him link knowing his dad will never love him enough.
ykw we’re gonna do the other two as well (as i get closer to current episodes i get Immensely Sadder)
terri marlowe grows up without a dad (there’s an empty spot in my brain; i don’t remember anything before first grade…). a man comes by when she’s 12 and asks for money (we have the same nose (?!) ). her mom yells him out of the house (she never yells, what’s going on??) and they leave the state three weeks later (mom where are we going? … mom??). scary starts at a new middle school somewhere in california (i grew up in illinois). she joins the soccer team (they’re nice enough). her mom gets a boyfriend (ew) and apparently he has the same name as her (double ew!!!). scary wakes up the next morning clinging to a man she doesn’t remember for the sake of hurting a man right in front of her (i want to be mean). she does not spit vitriol during dinner (this chicken is gross..) and she does not warm up to him (i won’t not ever never ever no no no) and he looks like he wants a hug but he goes for a high five instead. scary marlowe has to take a second as her boundaries are respected. scary marlowe hates terry stampler jr with a passion that will never end.
okay so i gotta be real. i’m not.. the biggest oak family fan. henry was my least favorite of the dads and if i look at normal too hard he’ll start looking back and then my eyes will fall out of my head as i try to avoid looking in a mirror. however. normal growing up and his parents (and their friends) liking his sister more. not loving never loving ‘we love you both equally!’ but. normal starts liking citrus candy because his sister doesn’t and that’s all she leaves in the bags that marco brings. normal wearing hero’s hand-me-downs. normal’s mother giving hero the first cookie from the batch every time (even though they aren’t very good anyways). normal’s dad spends, like, every afternoon with hero but it’s totally, like, okay and cool, like, i have homework to do anyways, like, by the time they get back i’ll be snoozing from how hard i was hitting the books haha. normal assuring his parents to put hero first because they will anyways and at least then he doesn’t feel bad about it because now they don’t feel bad about it and see everyone is happy!!! see everyone is having a good time!!! everything is fine nothing is wrong nothing ever will be my parents love me and that’s all that matters
okay i need to finish my partner’s christmas present now i took a break to do this and it’s been. a Hot second. hope u r having a nice weekend aether :) happy holigays
ough oguh ough absolutely eating this up btwwww OK BUT YEAH . taylor in that episode man ,,,, hurt me so much ,,.,..,.,. him just being sad and showing even just a bit of vulnerability and that no , it's not all ok . *I'm* not all ok . ough sobs about Taylor Swift (not that one) forever and ever he is everything to meeee
and linc :( Linc realizing his dependency on his dad's and their failures in raising him ,,,, her realizing that they aren't perfect , they're actually both super fucked up , and as much as they tried not to , they fucked him up too . man ....
waough scary ,, , your whole little analysis here is sososo important to me bcs ough yeah :( scary not knowing her dad as anything other than the one thing that can make her mom yell , and yet attaching to him over Terry . dismissing it bcs cmon he couldn't've been that bad , he must've just had a bad day . I must be remembering it wrong . but really she's just afraid that Terry could be just like him - anyways ,,,. scary makes me so 💥💥💥💥
normal ,, but that's so real like Henry is probably my least favorite of the dads and then normal ,, I cannot look upon him , he is too just like me fr fr /neg . but yeah :( him being upset about being the second choice so he starts to convince himself it's because he wants hero to be the first choice . that it's fine , he likes being second anyways . hes happy to take heros leftover candies , they're his favorites anyways . oh yeah hero can go out with Dad and uncle lark , he has homework he has to be doing anyways . ough normal ,,,,
anywayssss hope you were able to finish your partners present !! hope your weekend was also v good and I wish you happy holigays :3
#gothweebcleats not so anon#gothweebcleats anon#i think that's the tag i changed you to shsjndnd#maybe .#idk .#maybe youre just gothweebcleats anon still who knows
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Hey, it’s the anon from the Jett cuddling request ! First of all, I really love the cuddling post ! I was thinking, can you maybe write about how Jett (I can’t help it), and other characters you want, reacts when the reader get wounded during a mission. Of course feel free to skip and don’t forget to eat, drink and sleep !
First I want to announce once again- I AM NOT DEAD. I AM SIMPLY AN OVERWHELMED STEM MAJOR. With that said, I have made a ton of progress on requests and a few WIPs I've been stewing on, so expect some posts from me this upcoming weekend.
Second, I adoooore a good hurt/comfort scenario. it's iterally one of my favorite tropes in fanficiton. I also adore Jett LMAOOOO, so I had a lot of fun coming up with ideas for this request! Thank you for submitting, Anon（＾ｖ＾）
SFW // Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked
Translations:
Jagiya - baby
Close Call - Jett
For her eleventh birthday, Jett's grandmother paid for a year of sewing classes for her. The older woman was an avid seamstress herself and was ecstatic that Jett was finally old enough to begin learning the art of the craft. She already had a mountain of ideas for lazy afternoons the two could spend together- prepping squares for quilting, trips together to the craft store to purchase bolts of fabric, pouring over hanbok patterns until they found one Jett liked. Jett always loved watching her work on clothes in her studio, so she had little doubt the girl would love learning to sew herself. She was absolutely over the moon, but there was just one tiny flaw in her master plan.
Jett hated every second of it.
For fifty two Saturdays, from four to six o’clock, Jett felt more like she was marching herself off to war rather than heading to the community center. She constantly pricked her thumb when sewing something by hand, couldn’t remember to include seam allowance to save her life, and almost always managed to jam the sewing machine after only a few stitches. Whether the instructor was running to fetch her a spare thimble or hurriedly untangling the thread of Jett’s machine, the annoyed girl found herself glancing at a calendar on the wall, certain that month would be her last.
Never again, she’d vow to herself.
I’m never doing this again.
And yet every week, every Saturday until that year was finally up, she found herself coming back. Fortunately, during that time, her grandmother found peace in the fact that her grandaughter simply wasn’t destined to follow in her footsteps.
Jett thought she’d finally rid herself of sewing forever, sticking to eagerly watching her grandmother work on new projects but never actively participating herself.
In the present, however, Jett once more found herself with a needle in hand. It wasn’t pin-straight like the ones she used to work with, though. It was instead sloped into a soft C shape, the medical-grade nylon threaded in it tinted a slight pink. She gingerly dropped it in the steel tray that came with the med kit, hardly registering the metallic ‘tink’ it made when it landed. Her gaze was fixed to her handiwork in front of her, eyes following every crooked line she’d sewn you back together with.
“Oh god,” she croaked quietly to herself, her voice quivering.
“Oh my god- It’s… um, it’s bad, isn’t it?”
Her hands trembled as she examined the shoddy job, her fingers brushing over the new stitches across your side as feather light as possible. Your skin was pinched together awkwardly in some areas, the spacing between each stitch not nearly as uniform or neat as Sage’s were. The spots at each site where the needle passed through were slowly turning an angry red, clearly irritated at her attempts to clean and patch your wound. She could almost hear every whimper and pinched inhale you made with each incision, her shoulders visibly tensing with each sound that echoed back to her.
She should’ve known something was off as soon as you made it back to the carrier. Your complexion had gone visibly ashen and your skin seemed to have lost its usual warmth. It was such an odd thing, watching you shiver while also sweat profusely at the same time. You were extremely ginger with your movements, too, wincing whenever you shifted in your seat and pinching your eyes shut after every breathy laugh whenever Jett cracked a nervous joke.
It all happened so fast. Just when Jett noticed the blood soaking the side of your uniform, the red staining your hand when you finally peeled it away from your side, your eyes were already rolling back and the hold on your gun went slack.
Her only saving grace, the only thing keeping her from completely loosing her cool, was the unsteady up-down of your chest and your drastically tempered blood loss. She tried to steady her own breaths, moving to run a red-stained hand through her white hair before she caught herself. She froze, her fingers just grazing the top of her head. She hastily brought her hand down and awkwardly wiped it on her shirt. A small part of her knew it wouldn't wash out very easily, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.
“No, it’s not. It’s fine, it’s fine.”
She found herself smoothing back a strand of tangled hair behind your ear, expecting a small wince or a soft groan from you. Her heart skipped several beats when you gave zero reaction to the touch. Jett swallowed hard.
“You’ll be fine. Or better than last time, at least.”
“I have to agree with you there. Bullet holes are much harder to patch up,” Brimstone called out suddenly from his spot in the cockpit, clearly having heard everything she said.
“You did a good job. Sage is already waiting on the loading dock for us. She can handle things from there.”
Jett cleared her throat, but even still, her next words came out hoarse.
“How much longer?”
Brimstone met her gaze briefly in the reflection of the carrier’s canopy, his blue eyes flashing to your still form on the carrier floor before fixing forward once again.
“Six minutes at most. I’m going as fast as I can, kid.”
By the way Jett's face fell, he might as well have told her it’d be another eternity. She situated herself further on the floor, sitting cross legged with your head pulled into her lap. She kept a laser sharp focus on your breathing, occasionally glancing at the watch on her wrist.
“Five minutes, twenty-eight seconds,” she told herself.
If Brimstone noticed the way she occasionally bent down to brush her lips against your forehead, or the way her thumbs rubbed soothing circles on the tops of your shoulders, he opted against scolding her for it. Frankly though, she didn't think she would give a damn if he did.
“Never again,” she murmured against your temple, her vision growing blurry.
“You’re never making me do this again.”
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You weren't sure what time it was. You weren't sure where you were, why your throat was so dry, or if you were standing or sitting down. You weren't even sure if you could open your eyes. Despite it all- the sudden awareness of a blanket being pulled further over your body, the foreign ache in your side with every breath, and the seemingly distant sound of metal chair legs scraping against tile- your mouth was moving before you could help yourself.
"That's what you said last time."
Your surroundings seemed to go abruptly still, the silence making your ears prick in a way that told you the room wasn't always so quiet. It was only interrupted by the hushed, sharp inhale that sounded from your left side. A pair of warm hands circled around your own, the usual feeling of fingerless gloves replaced by soft palms. You cracked a barely-there smile, knowing for sure it was your girlfriend sitting beside you.
"Huh?" Jett asked.
"You're never making me do this again," you quoted, the last words you registered hearing still fresh on your mind.
"That's what you told me last time."
"Oh... the carrier."
You could hear Jett sit forward in her chair, the sudden weight of her elbows making the bed dip slightly as she leaned closer to you.
"I was being serious back there. You're not allowed to let yourself get hurt like that anymore, okay? I can't-"
She let out a pinched sigh.
"I can't keep seeing you like that."
Guilt settled heavily in your stomach. Slowly but surely, you managed to open your eyes and blink a few times. It was like your brain was covered in molasses, even the littlest tasks requiring maximum effort. Had breathing not been an automatic bodily function, you might have been in some serious trouble.
Your vision swam as you slowly tilted your head in Jett's direction, a soft exhale escaping your lips as her face finally came into focus. She was exhausted, if the dark circles under her eyes and the disheveled state of her hair were anything to go by. You still found yourself longing to trace the lines of her face and tell her how pretty she was.
The ghost of a smile graced her lips as you attempted to give her a wave. The most you managed was a lazy raise of your hand. As if she could read your mind, she was speaking again.
"You're on some serious pain meds right now. They might make you feel a little off, and probably a little tired, too."
"I see."
It took you a lot longer than you'd care to admit to lower your hand, hating the way her brows pinched together in concern as you shakily rested your arm on your stomach. You hated to make her worry at all, but these past few missions, it seemed that was all you were capable of doing. Your eyes fluttered shut again as you took in a deep breath.
"I'm sorry, Sunwoo. I thought it wasn't that big of a deal and I didn't want to freak you out over something small. I figured I'd find Skye when we got back and that would be that, but clearly-"
You jerked your head awkwardly in the direction of the infirmary's sign.
"-I was wrong."
Jett was silent for a beat, one of her thumbs rubbing thoughtful circles on the back of your hand. After a little while, the room was echoing with her quiet voice.
"I can't deny I hate seeing you hurt, but I'd much rather know ahead of time instead of finding out when it gets bad."
"I wasn't shot this time though, only stabbed. That's an improvement. I think."
She weakly chuckled. You gave her hand a squeeze, the sudden weightlessness of your body telling you that you were moments away from slipping back into sleep. Try as you might, though, you simply couldn't peel your eyes back open.
"You won't have to worry about it again, Sunwoo," you words were slurring, but that didn't make them any less sincere.
"I promise. I'll be more careful."
"Thank you."
You hardly registered the press of her lips against your cheek, your mouth moving ahead of your brain.
"I'll stitch myself up next time. Just give me the stuff. My work will outshine Sage's, I swear."
"I believe you, jagiya."
Jett stayed where she was long after your rambling had fallen silent and your breathing had gone slow and deep, your eyes moving beneath your eyelids as you dreamt. A familiar weight settled square on her shoulders, a mixture of determination and dread as she thought about the next mission coming up in a few weeks. It reminded her of the feeling she used to get on Saturday evenings, when she toyed with the lock on her bike before finally working up the courage to wheel it out of the garage. There was always a moment of hesitation, a fumble of her key.
But she always followed through because it was for someone she loved.
And just as she was sure to have a few bandaids in her pocket so she wouldn't have to nurse a pricked finger on the way home, she was already making a mental note to restock the carrier with more medical supplies.
"A fairy looses its wings every time I have to open a med kit, I swear," Jett grumbled, her gaze fixed on the way her fingers intertwined with yours.
"But if I can fly without them, certainly they can manage, too."
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(feel free to not respond to this, hell feel free to be like “please don’t do this again”)
so i’ve had join problems for like 3 1/2 years now and they just got diagnosed like 2 week’s ago, turns out i have runners knee
so i feel bad because 1. it feels lit not as big of a deal as i feel like it is (it is a big deal, it’s impacted my life (thank you therapy))
2. i’m worried that pt and more exercise won’t make it better (i’m on my schools swim team, so 4 practices a week during the season, plus a swim meet on friday)
and 3. i feel like (at least for now) i need more support. my pt doesn’t start until february and i can’t remember the last day i haven’t been in pain or had sensations that are probably due to nerve wackiness. i have used a cane in the past and it has helped me immensely. but i feel bad for wanting something that works for both legs. i’ve literally have had 2 dreams about me having forearm crutches.
i’m just really exhausted, sorry for dumping this all on you rn, i feel like even though i was listened to i still was just told to exercise and loose weight
hey, it’s absolutely no problem & i’m so deeply sorry you’re dealing with this 💕💕
i’m gonna throw like a billion disclaimers on this that, in addition to my usual line about just being Some Guy on the internet, i am definitely responding from a place of trauma here - i don’t know your body & you are the authority on your experiences, i’m just tossing some stuff out there based on my experiences, which might be totally different in other (or underlying physical processes yadda yadda) ways. also like big tw for medical neglect
so. i ran cross country in high school and my joint pain originated in my left knee at age 16, no specific injury or incident, RICE etc barely did anything. xrays and mri showed nothing. tried cortisone shot, euflexxa injections, some sort of topical steroid that was originally used on racehorses, nothing. because i was a runner no one ever considered it could be anything but an orthopedic issue.
i had two exploratory arthroscopic surgeries (which i’ve since learned are as effective as a placebo) with extensive debridement - first dx, plica syndrome, “we have no idea why this was this bad,” cleared to run again after post-op PT, pain came back even worse after ~7 months.
second dx, grade II chondromalacia patellae aka runner’s knee. told never to run again. i knew in post-op PT that something was wrong, this wasn’t the same pain as recovery previously, it felt like the underlying issue was still there. this wasn’t pain of healing, it was making something else worse. my physical therapist didn’t believe me, just kept pushing me, literally told me once that there was no way i was in that much pain. the pattern of swelling, location & sensation of pain, nerve symptoms, etc never made sense to anyone, no matter how many people they called over to poke & prod.
i don’t think i’ll ever know why, especially when he then didn’t fucking do anything with this information, but one day he had me try a lumbar extension stretch. you know the scene in the little mermaid where she’s propping her upper body up with her arms on the rock, waves crashing behind her, triumphant music? it’s basically that pose. it was both the single most excruciating and relieving thing i’ve ever done; even my chronic migraine of 2 years lessened. but we proceeded on a normative linear recovery arc, i got cleared from PT, the pain was better but still there.
flash forward four more years of intensifying pain - first my other knee, then the bottoms of my feet, then more constant and prominent in my lower back, then my upper back & worsening of the neck pain i’d been told and believed was from looking down at books/phone, what i now know as neuropathy increasing all the while - using a cane, then forearm crutches, then a forearm rollator, then a mobility scooter, spending more & more time unable to leave the bed - and i stumbled across an article about ankylosing spondylitis that matched my history fucking eerily, right down to the car crash as a younger teenager. it turns out AS commonly first presents with knee pain, not back pain, in juveniles.
so here’s what i’m gonna tell you: even if it’s “only” chondromalacia, your pain is real and serious and you should listen to your body. and, with again the mega disclaimer that you might be experiencing something totally different, i gently suggest:
read my posts about AS. read my google doc about AS. read anybody’s posts and articles about anything that originates with knee pain, especially if it involves neuropathy.
keep tabs on your body and don’t believe anyone who tells you something is normal until you’ve investigated it for yourself. does your neck hurt? how much? how often? what about your upper spine, between your shoulders? your lower back?
try a lumbar extension stretch, just in case.
if you haven’t been to a rheumatologist before and it’s at all possible for you to do so, do it. if you have a GP and can get a blood workup from them instead, do that. more info on blood testing here - but keep in mind that negative blood work doesn’t rule anything out.
if you can get forearm crutches, one hundred thousand percent do it. make sure they’re sized properly - more info on that here.
do whatever you possibly can to shore up your trust in yourself and your experiences. surround yourself with as many people as possible, in person or online, who believe your pain and make you feel solid in your knowledge of yourself. i’m a big fan of putting up signs with reminders if you can. whether you have chondromalacia, something else, or a combination, your pain is real, it is disabling, and it is in your best interest to develop strategies to cope with the systemic gaslighting that is existing within an ableist society & medical system.
if there is literally anything at all i can do to encourage you, answer questions, etc, please feel free to dm me or send another ask any time. my whole fucking heart goes out to you - you are not the only one who’s been through this, and that is both the horror & deepest relief of chronic pain. so much love to you, may you receive everything you need.
#chondromalacia#chondromalacia patellae#runner’s knee#knee pain#knee problems#joint pain#chronic pain#ankylosing spondylitis#asks#faq#read this to my gf bc i go to her for feedback on a lot of my stuff & she said ‘this is a love letter’ which. yeah
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HSMTMTS 3x06 Review
Color War was the funniest ep of the season and set us up for the final arcs of the season. Let’s dig in!
The jokes were on fire tonight. Corbin telling Ricky his confession footage would be airing unless he praised Nickelodeon was my favourite line of the night. The sly bit about the colour war being so similar to the old Disney channel games was a close contender
It was wild to finally see the Camp Rock song they had released before the season premiered. It’s been quite odd how little they’ve used Meg Donnelly’s voice. One thing the song made clear is that someone on the writing staff realizes that Adrian Lyles has the strongest voice of the male cast; it really shines through tonight with the direct juxtaposition with Joshua Bassett’s voice
Nice to see Jet really get into the games to try and help fix things with Maddox but it’s realistic that she’s wary of how much he’s changed. Not really sure how Jet could have mistaken Maddison for a guys name but at least he’s not homophobic. Certainly Jet and Maddox have been much more well developed then any of the new characters introduced in S2 although it may not end up mattering at all if they don’t appear in S4. The only real plausible way to keep Jet around would be to have him transfer to East High since he could expelled but it’s pretty absurd to move two states over for high school and then what would be the excuse to send Maddox, who is presumably not expelled, to East High
The writers realized they went a little too far with Ricky and his feelings for Gina last ep so now he’s back to acting appropriately and for the moment not interfering with Portwell. Not to mention he continues to give Jet good advice to help fix things with Maddox but does so without overstepping. Seems obvious that his big idea is for Jet to bring Maddison back for the Prom so her and Maddox can set things aright
It’s always been extremely obvious when the writers are working backwards from a desired endpoint; they’ve never cared or been able to hide their plot contrivances. Clearly they’re working backwards from a Portwell breakup by the end of the season. And with proper set up and pacing they could have set it up. Instead we’re getting a rushed mess. Even for teenagers it just doesn’t make sense for a seemingly solid relationship to fall apart in a week or so. Certainly they have issues but they have less than a week left at camp which means the end of the major drain on EJ’s time and focus. And EJ does have a point that this documentary succeeding is probably his only chance to convince his dad to let him stay in Salt Lake which is also what Gina wants
But of course, the spark has to be gone because the plot demands it and Ricky is eagerly waiting in the wings. The no dates to prom rule is laughable. Just go as a couple! Who’s going to stop them? What even would be the consequences?
I was really happy to see the progress with Ashlyn’s story line tonight and her realization at the end that she has a crush on Val. Also neat to learn that Ashlyn is Jewish, must be from her mother’s side of the family
Wild that this is the second time someone was knocked out and had a fantasy musical sequence with an original High School Musical cast member before Carlos slaps them awake
Nice to see Miss Jenn again. Depending on how things shake out for EJ after this season, this may have been a final farewell between them
I actually thought Mike Bowen gifting Ricky a piece of moon rock was a sweet gift especially since he knows all about Ricky’s bucket list. Though I still don’t get how Ricky could be turning 18 before he even starts his 12th grade year. Here in the barren northlands the earliest you could turn 18 would be the January of your 12th grade year ie. well after it’s already started
Looking Ahead:
It’s interesting that they’ve gone the route of Ricky knowing that the confession was caught on camera rather than just having the audience know. I would assume that the confession ties into a cliffhanger of sorts at the end of S3. Since Ricky knows he was filmed there’s really only two ways to play it: Ricky confesses to Gina before the film would be played (or at least before he thinks it’s going to be played) or Ricky attempts to destroy the footage which backfires somehow and leads to Gina seeing it
Since it looks likely that Maddox and Maddison get back together at the Prom, there’s a good chance that the Prom is where Portwell breaks up or at least leads directly to it since the angst would be well balanced with joy
Jet helping Maddox with Maddison will probably do the trick the reconcile them which is also a way to wrap up their story arc in case they’re never seen again
I don’t think they’re gonna have Redlyn breakup since that would fall perilously close to the cheating bisexual trope but it should be an interesting conversation between them when he eventually shows up
As an aside, it’s interesting that the Rina leaker has had very accurate information about the events of the season but has been off on the timing a few times now. It suggests that they didn’t have direct access to the scripts or at least didn’t have direct access to all of them
Until next week, Wildcats
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wait for me...
this is a book I started writing a couple months ago and I don’t think it will ever get published so i’m posting it here.
This is chapter one lmk if you want chapter 2 and so on.
Sound molecules only travel through air. The sound goes into the oxygen and into our heads.
It feels like I'm underwater and everyone is shouting for me to come up for air, but why? It's so loud up there where there's oxygen. The burning in my lungs sets in and I realize that oxygen is needed for me to speak or breath but I can’t. I can’t speak or breathe when I'm underwater. I need to get out, but it's so loud up there where there is oxygen.
Loliana. “ Hey, um I just wanted to let you know that they tend to lie about what happened and exaggerate the experience, so don’t take her too seriously the first couple weeks. They also seem to have a reputation of acting out when they get home just a forewarning.”
“ I thought lola was the top of her class?”
“ She is but it happens to the best of them, I'm sure she’ll be fine though.”
“ I want to go home now, please.”
“ Of course honey one second, I’m talking to mom right now.” I stare out into a wall behind Sister Colleen's head and pretend to listen to what she says next. I can’t wait to be off these fucking pills. They make me want to rip my face off. “ The ‘happy pills’ as we like to call them make her less… frantic. She has really bad anxiety and these help her relax.”
“ By cutting all my emotions off.” I mumble not really wanting to be heard right now.
“ See exaggerations like that happen frequently after being released.” At the age of 13 I was sent to church camp for ‘making a better society’ or whatever. All that happens here is they tell you to shut off your emotions and learn to be polite. That means yes means yes and no means yes, and maybe means yes and please no let me go means yes. That’s just the way of the world I was taught. Saying no to anything was disrespectful and would result in getting hit or locked up. Growing up I wasn’t a bad kid at all. I went to church and never talked to boys. I was always getting good grades and being respectful. I got sent anyway, I learnt that my family had ties to the royal family of Beligia and Westraci ( The two kingdoms were merged into one after the 1344 war.) But it would have to be a miracle and catastrophe for me to even be a princess. So i never really thought of it much, My family was rich always has been. We have two main cleaners from the house that live with us. Mari and Gio, they are married I think but I haven’t been home for three years so I’m not entirely sure. My sister Elizabeth also went to the camp but she left a year before I came so we were apart for a total of 6 years. I love her, she is my best friend.
“When you get inside please don’t make a big scene like you always do.” I walked into the house and saw everyone waiting for me, my sister, my dad and the cleaners. My own welcoming committee. I walked in and not wanting to “make a scene” I simply said hello and walked to my room. As soon as I got inside and laid on my bed the tears fell. I’m too dramatic, I’m too emotional and weak, I'm just too much. I hear a knock on the door and quickly wipe my tears away. It’s too late. I've been spotted, but it’s not my dad like I thought it was Gio. He was a kind older man like mid thirties. He sported a kind gentle smile and he had a sad, glamoring look in his eyes. He knew.
“You can cry without hiding it, ladybug.” I never really talked to him before but he always asked me how I slept and told me to have good dreams. He was kind, the kindest guy i’d ever met but I thought he just wanted a tip but he never asked for anything. Maybe he was just stupid and too kind.
“I’m not crying.” I challenge him.
“ Okay, I brought you some water. I know you might not feel comfortable with me yet but I just think your dad mistreats you and your sister and I hate seeing it so if you want you can talk to me about anything, Okay?” Then it starts again, I’m crying again. Not sobbing or shaking like usual, just slow tears rolling down my chin and the front of my head hurts. I take the water and calm down.
“How do you know?” How do you know that I'm hurt? How do you know I want to talk to someone? How do you know that I need you? He knew.
“ I don’t but I do now. Get some sleep before dinner please, ladybug,” I just stare at him until he leaves and he closes the door. My dad doesn’t close the door.
I woke up feeling awake and ready. I went down to dinner and sat in the chair across from my sister who looked way too happy to be there.
“ Can I go to a sleepover at Tiffany's house after dinner?” She asked
“ Um I don’t know, can you take your sister with you then?” my mom responds.
“Yeah whatever she can come if she wants. Do you want to?”
“Sure yeah.” No thanks.
“ You can go after you eat so eat.” My dad. After dinner I pack a sleepover bag and get my makeup and hair ready.
“You do know we are not really sleeping over at tiff’s right?”
“ Yeah, duh.” No, I did not know that. Where are we going then?
“We are going to Jessie’s party and then sleeping there okay?” Reading my mind.
“Okay sounds good.” I want to stay home.
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